The investigator came forward, stepping between the two girls. They looked annoyed at first, but after noticing the investigator’s official demeanor, they quickly backed off.
“I’ve heard of your misfortune, Cynthia,” the investigator said.
He watched me with his piercing eyes. I wanted to hide behind the door. I tried to close it further, but he jutted his foot forward, blocking it.
“I imagine the Academy will expect you to vacate as soon as possible,” he said.
“That’s none of your concern, sir,” Nicole said from behind me.
“Who is this guy?” Aimee whispered to me.
The investigator heard her. “I work for the King himself, as an investigator into powerful werewolf abilities. Your friend here has been gifted, though she denies it. The King has taken special interest in you, Cynthia. Yo
