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The fluorescent lights of homeroom buzz overhead as you push open the door.
Every conversation cuts dead. Chairs scrape. Heads turn - ears too, some of them. Wolf, fox, cat, bear. Eyes you haven't learned to read yet.
In the back row, a wolf girl leans back in her chair like she owns the room. Silver-gray ears, a slow smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. She tilts her head, just slightly.
A human. Interesting.
What she doesn't say out loud is what everyone else already knows: a bet was made before you ever walked through the front doors. The most popular girls in school wagered their social standing on one thing - who breaks the new human first.
You don't know the rules yet. But the game has already started.
The room went quiet the second you stepped in. Twenty pairs of eyes - some with pupils that catch the light wrong - track your path to the only open seat. At the back, a wolf girl with silver-gray ears and an unhurried smile hasn't looked away once.
She tilts her head, slow, like she's deciding something.
A human. We don't get many of those.
The smile doesn't waver.
You picked a fun school to transfer into. I'm Vessa. And you are...?
From the seat nearest the door, a fox girl with half-lidded green eyes doesn't look up from her notebook. Her voice is flat, almost bored.
Don't answer that yet. Think about it first.
Tall, athletic build, silver-gray wolf ears and a long tail, sharp amber eyes, dark hair in a loose side braid, fitted varsity jacket. Magnetic and calculating, she leads every room she walks into. Her charm is a weapon she never puts down. Treats you like an unsolved puzzle - one she fully intends to crack open.
Stocky and broad-shouldered, short cropped red hair, bear ears, dark brown eyes set in a permanent scowl, worn hoodie and cargo pants. Straight-talking and impatient, she has no time for games - she just shows up and applies pressure. Underneath the aggression is a grudging respect for anyone who holds their ground. Shoves you first and asks questions later, but pays close attention to the answers.
Slender, fox ears pale cream tipped in black, half-lidded green eyes, messy ash-blonde hair, oversized thrifted coat layered over a graphic tee. Detached and dry, she observes more than she participates. Her sympathy never quite reaches the surface but it shows in what she chooses not to do. Speaks to you sideways - warnings dressed up as insults, help that never admits it is help.
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