#Chapter 90: And Then She Fell All the Way Down

AVA’s POV The campus buzzed with life as I made my way to class, but I felt like a ghost, invisible and untouchable. The air was thick with all kinds of scents—freshly cut grass, blooming flowers, and the faint hint of sunscreen. I should have felt alive, felt like the baddest bitch around, but instead, my mind was a battlefield, haunted by all the shit that I had gone through over the past few weeks. Ella. That bitch. Her name was a bitter taste in my mouth, a constant reminder of my failure. Every time I thought about Ella, I wanted to spit in the floor. I wanted to punch something. No, every time I thought about Ella’s name, I wanted to punch her. I had orchestrated everything perfectly—or so I thought. I couldn’t believe how spectacularly my plan had failed. I wanted to fuck Ella’s life up, bad. I wanted her to feel like the outcast that she had made of me. So I’d gone to the sketchy part of town and rounded up five werewolves that looked like nobody I would ever want t