Page 60 of Moon Kissed

Damn these fucking high ceilings! Who the hell said a wolf academy needed to be in a castle!

“Party’s back on, guys,” Nyx shouted, high-fiving Badr, Orion, Edric, Ava, and all the hooting alphas. “And I brought the games.”

Long, thick pinata sticks appeared in every one of their hands. Who was I kidding? They weren’t pinata sticks. They were fucking bats. I couldn’t help it, my eyes bugged.

“She’ll phase, so aim for the feet,” Nyx went on. “Direct hits get a prize.”

“Nyx, stop,” Paxton warned.

“What kind of prize?” Ava asked, twirling her bat as she planted herself front and center.

I saw Nyx’s upside-down smile. “What would you like?”

“Strip-pinata. Lose an article of clothing for every direct hit.”

“Because you haven’t seen my fates naked enough times!” I screeched.

Badr, Nyx, Edric, and Orion laughed in my face.

“She sounds jealous,” Badr drawled. “Stripping it is.

“Go.”

“Stop!” Paxton jumped in front of them. “All of you, calm the fuck down. You’re not beating anyone—”

Badr punched him dead in the face. Paxton went down like Jenga, crumpling on the floor—out cold.

“I said go.”

That was all the warning I got before Ava smashed the bat into my shoulder, ripping out a scream that echoed through the halls of Corvin Academy.

Just like that, they were on me—pummeling every inch of my body, and delighting that I gave them a nice, varied target.

I had no choice. I wanted to phase, but I couldn’t because of my clothes. Moon wolves found a way to make our clothes phase with us decades ago, but those were special clothes made of unique, magic-kissed thread.

They were clothes I didn’t have because I stole my entire wardrobe.

The only moon clothes I had were in the backpack I stashed away in the woods on the day I killed Castor, then took off. Running with my entire wardrobe was never going to be possible, and getting more moon wolf clothes while hiding out among the mundanes—also impossible.

So of course the day of all days when I needed my moon clothes, they were in the wash.

Don’t phase.A vicious hit struck my spine, arching my back in half. Pained eyes took in a grinning Nyx, and his camera phone.Don’t phase!

Turned out the earth alpha did like to make videos. He was already filming my humiliation. The last thing I was going to let him do was film mynakedhumiliation for all of Wolf Nation to see on Loop-Garou—the wolf version of social media.

Thud!

Crunch!

Smack!

Every hit made me bite deeper through my lip, and made my wolf howl louder. The best I could do was protect my head by letting their hits sail through it, and fuck her, Ava kept aiming for my head.

Don’t phase! Don’t phase! You can take more pain than this. Don’t phase!

I phased.

My clothes slipped through the nothing that became of me, and since it wasn’t a new moon, nothing was still plenty.

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