Page 69 of It All Started with a Bite

“I get the feeling it’s going to be like this every day,” I muttered.

“Good thing you fancy the owner.”

I decided not to respond to my dog’s taunt. Luckily for me, my new werewolf stamina meant I wasn’t a breathless hot mess by the time we reached the fifth floor.

The scene that greeted us was not that dissimilar to my first morning.

Papers flew through the air like confetti at a particularly violent party. The lights were flickering alarmingly and the glassware in the office area was vibrating at a frequency that set my teeth on edge and made Bo’s ears flatten.

The main difference was Mindy. She was hovering near the ceiling in the open office area, her school uniform rippling with spectral energy and the knife in her neck glowing ominously.

“That ghost has lost it,” Bo observed warily.

I spotted Nigel behind the water cooler. The boogeyman was trying his best to calm the angry specter, a purple tentacle waving tentatively in the air.

“Now, now, Mindy. I’m sure whoever did this is very sorry?—”

“Sorry isn’t good enough!” Mindy growled, her ghostly form flickering like she’d stuck her fingers in an electric socket. “Do you people know how long it took me to organize the paper trays by color and supernatural species?!”

“Wow.” Bo glanced at me. “And I thought your OCD tendencies were bad.”

Mindy’s glowing eyes found us.

I nudged my dog into silence before he became the accidental victim of supernatural office violence. Gavin appeared at my right elbow with a cup of coffee.

“Organizing by supernatural species?” I asked the dragon newt while one of Nigel’s tentacles materialized and quickly retreated at Mindy’s glare.

“It’s a pretty neat filing system once you get used to it.”

Janet emerged from her office, her eyes still holding an ember glow and her hair somewhat wild. She looked like she’d barely slept last night.

“How about you people pipe down?” she said irritably. “The guys on the fourth floor keep messaging me about the noise.”

Mindy scowled. “They’re probably the ones who messed up the copy machine in the first place.”

“For Christ’s sake, Mindy, it’s not the end of the world!” Janet snapped.

Mindy made an indignant sound.

I studied the shadows under Janet’s eyes and wondered if she was suffering from post-full-moon blues. Ellie had warned me about it last night, after reading up on the phenomenon on a supernatural blog. I hadn’t believed her until I messaged Caroline this morning and she confirmed it was actually a thing.

“Not the end of the world?” Mindy had drawn herself to her full spectral height, which wasn’t that tall considering she’d been five-foot-three while still alive. “Not the end of the world?!”

The windows trembled.

“Uh-oh,” Gavin muttered as the ghost started turning an alarming shade of red. “She’s repeating herself. That’s never a good sign.”

Neither was a scarlet ghost.

“Someone used the werewolf paper for vampire forms!” Mindy was bellowing across the way. “The werewolf paper, Janet!It’s cream colored! Everyone knows vampire documentation requires pure white paper!”

She threw some more files in the air for effect.

A paper landed on Barney’s desk.

He ignored it and carried on typing with nerve-racking slowness. The vampire sensed our stares and looked up.

“What?”

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