Page 66 of Wolf Unseen

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My wolf growled inside me, angry that all these thirsty bitches were panting for our mate.

I choked on my saliva.

Mate? She sniffed derisively, hinting I was stupid. That wolf isn’t our mate. We can’t have a mate.

It was official: my dumbass wolf was officially insane, and I needed to book a wolf therapist immediately. Did the school have a therapist on staff? I’d ask Simon.

Snake shifters probably had regular therapy to cure their phobia of shoes and purses. Poor Simon recently admitted he had PTSD from hearing how one of his relatives had ended up as a designer purse.

I could relate. Vegan burgers had that effect on me. I mean, eww. What kind of psychopath would willingly eat a fucking bean burger?!

The bus pulled up outside a pale stone building with two lions guarding the front entrance.

“The last bus leaves at five p.m.,” the driver announced as he opened the door to let everyone off. I shot down the steps to avoid Chad and his friend and hurried across the paved and tree-lined square for my date with the kitty cats.

The Witch’s Brew Coffee Shop was located down a narrow side street, between a spell ingredients emporium and a small fashion boutique. I guessed from the name that the coffee shop was owned by witches, but since this was a magical town, who knew?

It could just be a cute name some entrepreneurial bear shifter had chosen.

When I entered the coffee shop, the enticing aromas of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods assailed me. I almost groaned. Goddess, save me. The campus coffee was decent enough, but seeing a gingerbread latte listed on the chalkboard menu above the counter made my heart sing.

The feline shifters sat huddled in a booth near the back of the coffee shop, chatting loudly.

Bree waved me over.

“Riley!”

I quickly ordered a gingerbread latte with extra cream and then dropped onto the bench seat next to Raquel. The moment four pairs of feline eyes locked on me, my anxiety returned. I’d come here to plead forgiveness for my dishonesty. It could go one of two ways.

Once my coffee arrived, I took a large gulp while praying nobody lynched me.

Kasia frowned, sensing my discomfort.

“Did something bad happen to you after we lost you at the fight ring?”

“The wolf dude went nuts,” Haley whispered in a low voice. “Like, feral.”

Her comment temporarily distracted me from my big reveal. “Which wolf?”

“The Frosthaven alpha.” My wolf woke up and huffed loudly. Ah shit. Haley meant the wolf who’d saved us in the forest. Holy fuck, he must have recognized us or something, and now he wanted to eat me because I’d run away.

Fixing a disinterested expression on my face while swallowing bile, I nodded. “What happened?”

“He hulked out and then his wolf went on a rampage. And then the scary crocodile shifter used a mage stun gun to knock him out.” Haley grabbed her soda and guzzled it down.

“Wait, what? I thought those things were illegal?” And also inhumane.

The females exchanged glances and shrugged as if to say, and? Hmm. I supposed illegal and mafia went hand in hand.

Had Lorna witnessed something illegal and paid the price? I hoped not, but the more I realized how rampant shifter mafia activity was around here, the more concerned I became.

“Never mind that,” Kasia said once a pretty deer shifter with huge brown eyes had finished clearing the table next to ours. “Where did you go?”