Page 107 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
It’s all he can say thanks to pack magic, but he tried to tell me the truth more than once today. Carter tried too. If they could, I’m pretty sure they would tell me everything. Rubbing my hand over my face, I groan. This is so messed up. The last time I told someone about being a medium in middle school, I lost an entire group of friends.
“Fine, in the spirit of full disclosure, it wasn’t a person. Well, not one on this plane, anyway. It was a phantom.”
Draco growls, and the sound reverberates over my skin. “What does it look like?”
I swallow and look away from his dangerously cool gaze. “I couldn’t tell,” I lie. I’m not going to tell him about the dream and how I thought it was him, that’s too embarrassing.
“Liar,” he whispers so low I barely hear him.
“It doesn’t matter what it looked like; it doesn’t change anything.”
He glances over his shoulder at Carter and Everett.
“I’ll wait like you asked,” I say in concession. “Then I’m going back to the second floor to get my wolf back.”
“So brave,” Draco mutters. “How do you know you can save her?”
Ignoring him and avoiding the question, I straighten my back and hold my chin high. “I have to try.” They don’t need to know about the necromancy.
“Fine,” Everett says, almost like he’s giving me permission. Since he’s an alpha, I let the assumption slide. It’s probably hard for him to take orders when he’s used to being the most dominant shifter in the room.
“Someone should stay with you at night to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Draco gently runs his fingers over one of the imprints.
It hurts, but I try not to react to his touch.
“The big bad wolf doesn’t seem so bad now, does he?” he whispers the question with a cruel smirk.
“Fuck you.” I shove his hand away.
“As I said, in time, Little Red.”
“Enough.” Carter’s harsh command cuts between us, breaking apart our standoff. “I hate to admit I agree with him, but he’s right.”
“It’s smart,” I say after thinking about it for a minute. “If I need to rest, I’ll need someone there to make sure I don’t get choked to death.”
Besides, I do need to sleep, and I don’t think I’ll be able to with the possibility of another phantom visit looming over me.
Everett snarls and throws his tumbler to the ground. It shatters.
“I’ll take the first shift,” Draco says, staring at the shards of glass. “Carter looks half mad from lack of sleep and Everett needs to cool off.”
“Before you all insert yourselves into my life, I’m going to ask one time, what else are you keeping from me?”
Carter starts to respond, but I hold my hand up.
“What else are you keeping from me that you can tell me without triggering the wards?”
Draco clears his throat. “What is she talking about?”
“I may have told Raven some things.”
“What he means is he told me I’m essentially stuck here and about the weird demon-shifter thing who needs a sacrifice. I’m still confused about that part, but the magical wards kicked in.”
“You told her?” Draco practically shouts the question.
Everett grimaces and shakes his head.
Time for me to go.
