Page 28 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
She stops glaring at a guy to look at me. “You mean your wolf?”
I nod and fill my plate with tonight’s dinner—steak, vegetables, and roasted potatoes.
“It’s the sedative they gave you. It suppresses the wolf so they can get you here. I’m sure she’ll perk up in a day or so. By then, you’ll probably hate having her in your head.”
We sit at one of the tables and start to eat. Thankfully, people have stopped staring.
“I remember when I heard my wolf again for the first time after shifting. She was pissed, man. I swear she wanted to rip Headmaster Erron to shreds, and she probably would have if I’d let her take control.”
“How did you stop her?” I ask then take a bite.
Morg swallows and sips her water. “It’s all about being mentally strong. The wolf is powerful, but you control when you let her out. Not the other way around. Remember that when she tries to force herself on you.”
I frown as I chew on a piece of steak. Will it be hard to fight her?
From what I remember, she’s very strong. She took total control that night I shifted, and it took a lot of effort to wrench a tiny bit away from her. I’m not looking forward to her waking up.
“Can we sit with you two?” Carter stands with another guy at the edge of our table and smiles at me. “How did exploring go?”
Morg pushes the seat out with her foot, and they sit.
“It was fine.” I take a drink and watch him set his tray down.
“The clothes fit?” Carter asks.
“These do, but I’m not sure the skimpy lingerie and schoolgirl skirt are my style.” I glare at him, and his brows rise in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
I scoff. “Please, the see-through thong and bra? That has to be the least subtle way to tell someone you want to sleep with them.”
Carter drops his fork and scowls at the guy. “What did you buy?”
With a little shrug, he waggles his eyebrows at me, mirth dancing in his brown eyes. “Just a little something in case the little wolf found herself in need of a sexy outfit.”
“You got the clothes?” My cheeks burn.
I don’t even know this guy.
He laughs. “Yeah.” Then his hazel gaze volleys between me and Carter. “Oh, you thought he bought them for you?”
“He said he was going to get me a few things.” I frown.
“Carter is a master delegator; when he says he’s going to do something, chances are it means he’s going to give me the job.” The guy cracks the top of his soda pop. “But I am curious to know what he’s done to make you think he’d want to sleep with you.”
“Jackson, enough.” Carter’s voice is firm, and the guy’s smile falls.
“Sorry, Carter. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Jackson rubs his hand over his shaved head.
Morg snorts. “Sure you didn’t, Jax. You’re such a creep.”
He throws a roll at her, and she ducks. “Shut up.”
I ignore their back-and-forth banter and avoid glancing at Carter. I’m not sure what’s more embarrassing, accusing him of buying me lingerie or his friend getting it for me.
“Raven.”
With a sigh, I meet his serious hazel gaze. “What?”
