I nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds good! I have a list.” What a fantastic harem team-building exercise.
“More names?” To my surprise, the mage actually seemed happy about the idea of more gruesome murder bonding.
“Yes, lots of names. Witches, this time.”
His face instantly fell. “Killing witches is risky. My father doesn’t give a shit about shifters, but he will take note if witches disappear.”
“Good thing I know where a hellhound has made a cozy little nest for itself.” I grinned. “I bet the hellhound will appreciate a nice, fresh witchy snack. Maybe I’ll ask it when I drop these two off.”
“That would work. If there’s no evidence, there’s no crime.”
I clapped him on the back hard enough to make him stumble forward.
“See? That’s why you’re the perfect addition to our fun crew. Mates that slay together, stay together, am I right?”
50
Raven
The wolf shifters continued to give me shit, despite Kai getting the better of them in the pool building. From what Glynda had told me, Jagger was the new alpha of the campus pack.
I’d not seen him around campus for a few days, but two of Jagger’s minions watched me from the edge of the vegetable garden as I let Fig root around in the compost heap. The pig snuffled and snorted, happily gobbling up vegetable peelings and critters.
“Want me to cast a stay-soft spell on them?” Glynda asked as she wandered past with a basket of freely cut sage for our potions class later.
I squinted at her. “How come I don’t know that spell?”
“It’s not taught here, but I picked it up on WitchTube. There’s an influencer I follow who does tutorials for spells every witch needs to know if they venture onto the dating apps.” My bestie glared at the two asshole wolves. “To protect themselves from pricks like that.”
“Ooh, show me the channel?” I turned my back on the wolves and watched as Glynda pulled her phone out. She unlocked it and scrolled through her WitchTube app. “Um, why is your feed full of sexy fae men?”
Glynda blushed furiously. “I’ve, um, been researching the fae. For an assignment.”
“Really? How come I don’t have that assignment?” We had the same classes.
She coughed. “Extra credit from Dunton.”
Wow. I hadn’t been given a chance to earn extra credit. Did that mean he thought I was dumb? Probably. The bastard never lost an opportunity to make me look small in class.
“You should talk to Farris,” I told my friend as I waited for a video about the stay-soft spell to load. The description said it was super easy to cast, which meant even I could manage it. There were several wolf shifters I planned to practice on.
“Farris?” Glynda’s question came out a little breathless.
Did the fae scare her? Given how he’d acted when they met, it would make sense.
My friend was a bit like Kai in that she lacked confidence, and Farris had called her a weak witch. Knowing Glynda, she had taken his brutal dismissal to heart.
“Never mind. Forget Farris. He’s a total cock goblin, and no female should talk to him, like, ever.”
I whistled to catch Fig’s attention, but he ignored me, too entranced by what he’d found in the compost heap.
“Cock goblin?” Glynda choked on a laugh.
“Zane told me a cock goblin is a rare and disgusting lesser fae from the Ring of Fire in the Far East. He said they have weeping sores on their cocks, which they use to infect drunk females.”
Glynda’s hysterical laughter strongly suggested Zane had made that shit up. I scowled to myself. “You’re banned from my bed,” I huffed down our mental connection.
“What? Why?!”
