The black-haired man seemed to tense up. “Then tellthe Alpha’s sonto stay away from us.”
Of course... because I was the errand boy on duty here, after all.
“Tell him yourself. That’s his room over there.”
I pointed to the door of the room, behind which was the hallway and the other bedroom.
“The Copelands live here, too?!” It escaped Miles, but this time he looked not at me but, like the blond, at Adrian.
His jaw visibly tightened, but he said nothing further.
For whatever reason, the DeLoughreys had come here during the founding times and had claimed the town for themselves. The witches, who had lived here the longest, had forced them aside, and the Senseque had engaged in bloody battles with them before anyone had come up with the glorious idea of having treaties drawn up.
I wondered why one kind hadn’t just left Blairville. All of them were eager about this town. And that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
I turned my attention back to my travel bag.
Actually, I would now be in a large room in the main building. But as lucky as I was, I had found myself in one of the ten newly built houses of the forty residential groups in the woods next to Vanderwood. ACopeland project.
It was the front house and felt like the largest of them all. I wasn’t surprised that Nash was housed here with hisbuddies. Everything was luxurious, and there was a good view overlooking the forest, which I liked.
Admittedly, it was a quiet place. Yet it was clear to me in whose territory I was in and what that – theoretically – meant for me.
My thoughts landed back on the campus lawn, where the Copelands had already hit at least ten people with their football on the first day, including two professors.
Loud laughter, coming from downstairs, snapped me out of my thoughts.
Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who had heard Nash, because that Adrian guy who had just been staring out the window next to the blond was now turning around.
If this kept up, something was definitely going to happen soon. Senseque and Ruisangors under one roof were like a lighter at a gas station.
Just then, the door to the room burst open and Nash entered along with his six closest friends.
Hunter Jones, girl crush and best football player after Nash; Harry Jones, his two-year older brother and the embodiment of common sense, just like their father; Cody Kaheel, the dark-haired jokester of the group with the biggest mouth; Noah, the dark-blond thug; Caleb, to whom the same applied; and Marten, the guy with no opinion of his own.
In short, a group of obnoxious pricks.
I noticed that Kieran was missing. In fact, I hadn’t seen the most cunning one of them on campus yet. He probably would have hit the ceiling if he’d seen the DeLoughreys here.
The grin on Nash’s face slipped out by leaps and bounds.
“You messed with the wrong one!” he growled, glaring suspiciously at the three Ruis. One by one.
Miles, still wearing his black shoes on the uncovered bed, put on his annoying grin.
“How dare you-” Hunter began, but Nash held him back.
The two of them were like the best bros. Hunter had actually always been pretty okay, but ever since he officially joined the pack, he did everything he could to prove his loyalty, doingeverythingfor Nash. You could tell who was soon to become the new Alpha, even though I found this decision extremely questionable.
I remembered that it was really none of my business and looked over at Miles, who was now slowly getting up...walking toward Nash. Arriving in front of him, he stopped and gave another snooty grin. Nash clenched his hands into fists.
You could clearly feel the tension in the room. Only one person had to say something wrong, then this invisible wall would fall and there would be a massacre.
Miles took another step toward Nash. That was the stupidest thing he could do.
He just sneered again. “You guys are much more adorable up close.”
“Miles,” Adrian pressed out impatiently, but before anything could happen, I jumped up and put myself between Miles and Nash. My gaze was on Nash as I did so.