Sorority Wars Now

Chloe’s stomach dropped. She could already hear, in the distance, a triumphant whoop from the Psi Deltas—racing toward the boathouse. A trap.

Trapped. No phone. And somewhere below, Lena’s laugh echoed up the stairs. Sorority Wars

“Flag captured by Psi Delta rookie,” one announced. “Game over.” Chloe’s stomach dropped

Lena stepped closer. “No, you don’t. Because Sarah is my little cousin. And she’s been feeding your team fake intel for the last hour. The flag never left our attic.” Trapped

Chloe had thirty seconds to decide: warn her sisters and admit she’d been fooled, or trust the enemy president? She ran toward the boathouse.

She did the only thing she could. She tied the flag around her waist like a cape, climbed onto the sill, and jumped into the hedge maze below.