Sorority Wars 【Proven – EDITION】

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

At Margot’s signal, the two dozen Psi Deltas scattered into the pre-dawn fog. Chloe was assigned to “Observation,” which turned out to be crouching behind a recycling bin near the Theta house, radio pressed to her ear.

Silence. Then chaos. Psi Deltas tackled Chloe in a muddy, slimy hug. Thetas threw their supersoakers to the ground in disbelief. Sorority Wars

“You’re lost, yellowbird,” the Theta said. Her name tag read Lena. President.

Lena walked over, wiped a smear of slime from Chloe’s cheek, and smiled—the real smile, not the smirk. Chloe’s stomach dropped

The first rule of Psi Delta’s annual “War Games” was simple: Never trust a Theta . The second rule, printed in embossed gold on the back of each pledge’s recruitment pamphlet, was: Especially if she smiles first.

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. At Margot’s signal, the two dozen Psi Deltas

Chloe relayed the intel. But as she crept toward the lake, a figure emerged from the mist. She wore a crimson jersey—Theta Tau. She was tall, with a messy ponytail and a smirk that suggested she found the entire war beneath her, yet enjoyed it immensely.