Page 6 of Jolt's Vengeance

But will she remain a ghost?

CHAPTER ONE

Aggie

Present Day…

I take a deep breath, inhaling the warm Las Vegas air as I stride across campus.

The neon lights of the city glimmer in the distance as the sun starts to set, a reminder of the vibrant world I've chosen to immerse myself in.

It's a far cry from the vast open landscapes of Montana, but there's an undeniable energy here that sets my blood racing.

"Hey, Aggie!" a voice calls out, and I turn to see Sienna, one of my Delta Zeta sisters, jogging to catch up with me.

Her long dark hair bounces with each step, and she's grinning from ear to ear. "You ready for the mixer tonight?"

I can't help but smile back. "Aye, I suppose I am. Still feels a bit strange, though."

Sienna links her arm through mine as we walk. "Strange how?"

I shrug, trying to find the right words. "Just... different, I guess. Back home, parties are a bit different. Like, Harleys and fights."

She laughs, a tinkling sound that makes me feel instantly at ease. "Well, honey, I promise there won't be any Harleys at this shindig. Unless you want to sneak one in?"

I snort, picturing the chaos that would ensue if I showed up straddling a chopper. "Tempting, but I think I'll pass. Wouldn't want to give the frat boys any ideas."

As we make our way toward Greek Row, I can't help but marvel at how quickly I've adapted to this new life.

It's only been a week, but already the campus feels like a second home.

The agreement I made with Mum and Pa echoes in my mind—choosing a city with friends of the club nearby if shit went awry.

Las Vegas had seemed like the perfect compromise: close enough to a clubhouse for safety, far enough for independence.

"Earth to Aggie." Sienna waves her hand in front of my face. "You zoned out there for a second. Nervous about tonight?"

I shake my head, both to clear my thoughts and answer her question. "Nah, just thinking about how different everything is here. It's... nice, actually."

Sienna squeezes my arm. "Well, we're glad to have you, Scottish firecracker and all. Now come on, let's go get ready. I have the perfect outfit for you to borrow!"

As we enter the sorority house, a wave of excited chatter washes over us.

Girls are rushing about, swapping makeup tips and outfit advice.

It's so much different than the testosterone-fueled energy of the clubhouse, but there's a similar sense of family here that makes me feel right at home.

I follow Sienna up to our shared room, my mind drifting to the conversation I had with Mum before I left.

She'd been worried, of course—it's in her nature.

But she'd also been proud, seeing me take this step.

"You know," I say as Sienna starts rummaging through her closet, "I never thought I'd end up in a sorority. Always figured I'd be more of a lone wolf type."

She emerges with a slinky, light pink dress. "And now?"

I grin, taking the dress from her. "Now I'm thinking pack life might not be so bad after all. As long as the pack wears less leather and more glitter."

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