Page 23 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
“Are we immortal?” I ask and take another bite.
“Once you’re bitten, your body begins to age at a much slower rate until it eventually stops around the physical age of thirty. We can die, but only by being stabbed in the heart with a silver knife… or being pumped full of silver nitrate so it overpowers our bloodstream.”
“Huh.” I twirl my fork around. “So what if someone’s head gets chopped off? No death?”
“The body can mend itself if it is reattached. I guess if the head is never sewn back on it could cause issues, but I’ve never heard of such a thing happening.”
Interesting. Images of a headless wolf stumbling around and trying to find its head are less than appealing.
“Why was the headmaster acting so strange?” I won’t feel bad for asking so many questions. He’s obviously willing to answer, and I have more than a few.
“The headmaster is an omega. He’s horrible with confrontation, but he excels at keeping the school running.”
Omega.
I nod like I understand and focus on my food. It’s really good. Who knew this mansion would have a meat smoker?
We finish eating and Carter checks the clock on the wall.
“I have a meeting at four. Will you be okay to explore on your own? I can find Morg if you want someone to guide you.”
Shaking my head, I place my utensils on the plate so I can carry it to the dish bin by the door.
“No, no. I’m good.”
He frowns. “You’re sure?”
“Yup.”
With a sigh, he stands, and I follow him out of the cafeteria, depositing my plate in the plastic tub on the way out.
“Very well, then. Though I should warn you, the west wing on the second floor is off limits. There’s a rope blocking it off, so it should be easy enough to avoid.”
I fall into step beside him. He’s so tall I have to walk a little faster to keep up.
“Why is it blocked off?”
“Renovations,” he says so quickly, I’m instantly suspicious.
This is the second time he’s lied to me. The first about the maid I’d let slide, but this one? No way.
I know exactly where I’m headed once we go our separate ways. Carter is hiding something, and I’m going to find out what.
He runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it. We stop walking just before the stairs, and he runs his eyes over me, lingering on my bare feet.
“What size do you wear?”
“Seven and a half.”
“I’ll bring you some things. You’ll need clothes as well.” Carter’s gaze slowly rises, lingering on my waist.
I place my hands on my hips and clear my throat, pulling his attention from my food baby. “I’m not sure I want you buying me clothes.”
“I won’t be buying them; the pack gives us everything we need. Besides, you have to be properly outfitted for combat.”
“These shorts are comfortable.”
He smirks. “If you wear those shorts around much longer, you’re going to have a line of men at your door, Raven.”
