Page 69 of Wolf Unseen

“Okay, so Moonfall Academy and our school, Moonrise Academy, have linked social events at various points in the year. The next biggie is the ball at Halloween, which will be at our school this year.” Bree bounced on her seat, grinning with excitement. “It’s a costume ball!”

“That sounds like fun.” It really didn’t. I wasn’t a fan of school dances. Not after the time my ninth-grade bullies threw red paint at me and ruined the thrift store dress I’d spent ages altering so that it fitted.

“It’ll be loads of fun! There’s food, booze, and plenty of dark corners where we can get laid!”

“Really? There’s no supervision?”

“There is,” Kasia said. “But the teachers turn a blind eye because some of them are creepy enough to be fucking students on the down-low.”

Given the opportunity, I’d happily bang my lion shifter PT instructor, but I thought better of saying so. The felines most likely knew of or had met Leone the lion, and I really didn’t need them teasing me about my little crush on Simba. Worse, they probably had their own crushes on the handsome lion. And that would trigger my wolf’s psychosis, seeing as how she believed he was ours.

Stupid wolf.

My wolf huffed and sniffed, unhappy about being called stupid.

But you are stupid, I reminded her. You nearly got me in trouble with Tate Montes!

“Anyway, moving on,” Raquel said. “It’s a costume ball, obviously, so you can dress up as yourself!”

“With our help!” Haley seemed way too enthusiastic about this for my liking.

“But my fellow students might recognize me,” I pointed out. “And that would ruin everything.”

Bree shook her head dismissively. “You look different as a girl, and besides, you’ll be in fancy dress!”

Haley grinned. “What could possibly go wrong?”

Everything was the answer.

41

Riley

Tobias was stalking me around campus. I’ll admit, it had taken a few days to catch on, but now that I was aware of his concerning behavior, he was difficult to miss.

My wolf was in seventh heaven. She thought his stalking activities were a sign that he wanted to claim us. I told her she was nuts and that the candy-cane wolf had issues. Like, serious mental health issues.

Unsurprisingly, she ignored my concerns.

“Stop following me, Tobias,” I growled when I emerged from the library stacks to find him sitting in my chair, ostensibly reading Tales of the Elusive Vampire Clans.

He tossed the thick volume aside and grinned, not at all put off by my murderous scowl.

“I’m here to study, honey bunny.”

“Honey bunny? What the fuck kind of nickname is that?”

“Honey, because your lips taste like the sweetest honey, and bunny because you’re cute.”

The wolf was officially insane. I was not cute, and my mouth tasted of coffee and regret, not honey.

“Go away, Tobias. I’m busy.”

He looked at the dog-eared paperback novel in my hand and smirked.

“Busy reading shifter smut?” My addiction to shifter smut novels had reached a new level, mostly fueled by my off-the-scale libido.

After I stumbled across a shelf of shifter romance novels, hidden behind a section of snooze-fest books about dead alchemical researchers of the sixteenth century, I was hooked.