#Chapter 87: The Announcement

Iris The next morning, the testing center is even more crowded than I expected it to be. I clutch Miles’ hand tightly as we navigate through the throng of people, all women, all waiting to see if they’re the missing heir. The line stretches out the door and around the block, but it moves quickly. Efficient attendants in white lab coats usher people through the process, swabbing the insides of their cheeks and then sending them away. As we get in line, I glance around at the other women who have come. They’re all strikingly beautiful, with the unmistakable presence that werewolves naturally exude—tall, graceful, with perfect skin and glossy hair. Next to them, I feel distinctly ordinary in my jeans and simple blouse, my Flora disguise left at home today because I figured no one would recognize me anyway. I haven’t been recognized in public for a while. When we finally reach the front of the line, a perky attendant with a clipboard greets us. “Welcom