Page 88 of Wolf Unseen

“I’ve seen more fabric in a napkin,” I spluttered.

“Nonsense. Now put it on and Bree will do your makeup.”

I eyed the dress with deep trepidation. “I’m not sure I can squeeze into it. And if I do, I might be stuck in it for the rest of my life.”

The felines all rolled their eyes. “Hurry, there’s a bottle of fae wine calling my name, and I plan to get laid tonight.” Bree pushed me toward Kasia.

Realizing this was a battle I wouldn’t win, I grabbed the dress and shot into the nearest bedroom. It took me ten minutes, but eventually I squeezed my tits into the dress while thanking the goddess I didn’t have boobs as big as Kasia.

The dress was tight but stretchy, so once on, it was more comfortable than I expected. If I wore my sneakers, I might even stand a chance of running in it should the need arise.

“No, don’t even think about it,” Kasia snarled when I wiggled back into the living area and went to pick up my sneakers.

“I can’t go to the ball in bare feet!”

“No need, sweety! We have shoes!” Raquel held up a pair of sky-high spike heels that were more suitable for a strip club than a Halloween ball. Then she plucked a set of gossamer-thin wings and a halo from a second bag. “Tada! You’re going as a slutty angel!”

Stars, I needed a fucking drink.

52

Hunter

The chatter of excited students washed over me as I stepped off the academy bus. An eagle shifter barged past, too focused on his phone to realize who he’d disrespected. A low, threatening growl soon reminded him, and he immediately froze, face pale in the moonlight.

“Sorry, sir!”

“Watch yourself, Hammond,” I snarled, “or I’ll send you back to Moonfall.”

“Yes, sir, sorry, sir! It was an accident, sir!” he stammered, nearly pissing himself.

“Oh, fuck off.” I turned away dismissively, already irritated beyond measure.

The eagle and his two friends scurried off as fast as their legs could carry them, all three wearing dumb-as-fuck bat costumes I knew would not impress any self-respecting female.

“Was that really necessary, Hunter?” Roxanne drawled, her voice dripping with honeyed amusement. She drew close, pressing her breasts against my arm. Once again, my lion rumbled, unhappy about her proximity and blatant scent-marking.

I put some distance between us, brushing a fleck of lint from my charcoal shirt.

“Give them an inch and they’ll take a mile,” I said, forcing my mouth into the semblance of a smile. Much like Roxanne.

Her scarlet lips curved up. “You’ll catch more flies with sugar, Hunter.”

“I think it’s fair to say we have different approaches to student discipline, Roxanne.” Not interested in continuing this pointless conversation, I barked at the last few students hovering nearby to get a fucking move on before the fucking ball finished and then followed them up the gravel path toward the main building.

Roxanne huffed behind me, struggling to keep up with my much longer strides. I should have known she’d volunteer to accompany our students. No doubt she planned to take advantage of the fae wine and seduce one or more males this evening.

There were many dark corners in and around the ballroom, as well as outside in the academy’s grounds, providing ample opportunities for horny students to get laid.

The other faculty and I supervising the event were supposed to discourage sexual activity, but in reality, none of us gave a fuck unless it was non-consensual. Our presence at the ball was mostly to appease anxious parents that their little darlings were safe.

A spate of demon attacks in the US had caused a lot of anxiety in the magical community. Nobody knew why it was happening, and the Supernatural Council had remained tight-lipped on the subject.

If rogue demons popped up this evening, I’d relish the opportunity to spill some blood. My lion had been on edge ever since the little hybrid wolf got hurt during the dodgeball game. I’d planned to punish the two wolf shifters responsible, but much to my fury, someone else had beaten the little shits half to death before they showed up for my detention.

I had a fair idea which alpha was behind the attack, but without proof, there was nothing I could do. Officially, at least.

If I saw the Frosthaven wolf this evening, I would make sure he understood he’d overstepped.