Page 115 of Psycho Beasts
Sun god, this was a lot.
My palms were sticky with sweat, and my hand shook slightly from exhaustion.
I flipped open the first page. The first question read, What happens to alphas who hurt omegas or betas?
The moon goddess was truly with me. Thank fuck for Aran.
I grinned and scribbled down, “They get disemboweled by the don, then set on fire.”
Two hours into the test, I began to lose steam and had to stifle another yawn with my fist.
The words were blurry on the page, and I barely read the question before writing, “Disembowel them.”
If I’d learned one thing last night, it was that the punishment was almost always organ extraction.
Three hours later, Z shouted, “Time! Put down your pens. Close your booklets.”
My heart beat erratically as I turned the test over, and a number appeared at the top.
Glowing green on the top of my page, it read, “131. Passing.”
The scores and our names appeared on a blackboard at the front of the room. Everyone had passed.
Jax had the highest score, and I had the lowest one.
Clarissa snickered and whispered something derogatory, but I was too busy grinning from ear to ear.
I’d fucking passed. Who gave a flying fuck about the score? I was on top of the world.
Now I didn’t have to enslave anyone with my blood powers and fight to the death against the don.
What a glorious day.
Aran was a fucking angel from the rumored god realm. A true queen.
Jax blushed as Z clapped him on the shoulder, and I wondered proudly what the man didn’t excel at.
“You can have the rest of the day off. Official fighting starts tomorrow. Be here at dawn, and don’t be late.” Z turned to look at me pointedly.
I smiled like a loon.
He frowned.
What a wonderful time to be alive.
Slumped in my seat, slightly high from the drugs still in my system, sleep deprivation, and the sheer bliss of passing a hard test, I didn’t even realize everyone had left the room.
On shaking legs, I stumbled to the door, chuckling as I imagined how excited Aran was going to be.
Clarissa blocked my exit, and her stunning face was contorted into something ugly.
“Are you a badger?” I asked.
“What?” she asked with confusion.
“Is your alpha form a giant badger? I don’t know why, but I can see it.”
Clarissa snarled, “You don’t deserve to be a part of the pack.”
