Nadia
I skipped training with Vincent that night. I didn’t have it in me, not even close. Just the thought of explaining – well, lying – to him about how I’d gotten all these new injuries made me want to roll up in a blanket for the next ten years.
Instead, I flagged down a campus courier and gave them a brief message to deliver to Professor Voss: can’t make it tonite sry. For the millionth time, I wished mobile phones were part of werewolf culture like they’d been back in the human world. But as I’d discovered, the need to keep werewolves’ existence hidden from humanity made things like phones and computers a no-go.
Then again, I thought as I forced my aching body up the stairs to my dorm room, maybe that was for the best. Just imagining the kind of havoc that Freda and her like c
