CHAPTER 270 MALE DRAMA

Elora was on her way to work, already late. The day started with Fawn being bitchy about the upcoming ball and ranting about a certain Korbyn in the pack’s academy. Her ears were ringing from her sister’s mindless talk of rage due to boy drama, excitement for the approaching ball, and anticipation of whoever would mark her. Elora could barely focus on anything. Her mind was preoccupied with Fawn’s incessant rants while the reality of her own life awaited. From the bills, she had to pay to her demanding job to the fact that her entire life seemed to revolve around Fawn’s endless theatrics. "Elora, are you even listening?" Fawn's sharp voice cut through her thoughts as they walked together to the academy. "Of course, Corbyn's a total nightmare,” she replied absently as they hurried down the street. Fawn, always oblivious to Elora’s distractions, continued her rant with something about Korbyn acting suspicious and tormenting her life. This was followed by Korbyn suddenly ignoring