I pulled out my duffel, slung it over my shoulder, and locked the car before lifting my chin.
Owen’s words came back to me.
You’re an Alpha.
Right.
I wasn’t going to walk into Fangar staring at my shoes like I’d somehow slipped past admissions by mistake. I belonged here.
So I started toward the academy with my head held high while Cami happily took in everything around us. The sheer number of scents was almost overwhelming—Pine Ridge, Silver Creek, something vaguely familiar from a Council gathering years ago, then vampire, witch, wolf after wolf after wolf.
Someone smelled like cinnamon.
Someone else smelled like wet socks.
I was so busy taking everything in that I didn’t hear the engine.
Not until it roared.
Close.
Too close.
Cami snapped to attention.
I turned.
A black ca
