Page 29 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
“Do you want me to punch him?” he asks the question so seriously, Jackson snatches his tray and stands.
“Hey, man. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s fine,” I say as a strange smile tugs at my lips. He’d punch his friend for me?
Carter swings his gaze to Jackson. “I’ll deal with you later.”
Draco strolls up as he scurries off, and his stare tracks Jackson’s retreating back. “Do I need to kill someone?”
Oh goodie. The next level psycho has arrived.
“I have it under control.” Carter shoves a forkful of food into his mouth, thoughtfully chewing his food as he watches Jackson leave.
Stranger Danger takes the seat Jackson vacated and gives Carter a look as if to say sure you do, then he moves his heavy stare to me.
“What did you do this afternoon?” A twinkle of mirth flashes in his eyes.
I squint at him. So that’s the game we’re playing?
“Nothing special,” I say and shove my tray away. “I think I’m done for the night.”
Morg groans. “Would it kill you guys to leave me alone when I’m trying to make friends? You’re scaring her away.”
“I’m not scared,” I tell her.
“Liar,” Draco whispers.
Carter slaps the back of his head, and Draco jams his elbow into his stomach in return.
“Fine,” Morg says. “I’ll find you tomorrow? Maybe we can hang out?”
I nod and get up, carrying my tray to the bin and dropping it inside before heading to my room.
My spine tingles as I walk down the hall leading to the stairs and a cold brush of fingers traces over the back of my neck. I shoot my gaze over my shoulder, not surprised when I don’t see anyone. I race up two flights of stairs and rush to my room, slamming the door closed once I’m inside and resting my back against the wood.
There’s a restless spirit in the academy, and they’ve decided to make me their new toy.
They picked the wrong medium to mess with.
Chapter 6
Raven
“Raven, stay back.” Mom is kneeling over Dad’s grave, hands buried deep in the dirt. Grass stains cover her arms, and her eyes are bugging out of her head in her crazed state.
“Mom, please don’t.” I drop to my knees on the other side of the grave, shaking my head as she begins to chant. “Please, Mom.”
It’s too late. She’s already halfway through her incantation, one she told me was forbidden. Mediums aren’t supposed to bring the dead back to life. Necromancy is illegal by supe and human authorities alike. Still, she keeps going, not giving a damn she’s putting us at risk.
“Go home, baby,” she whispers when she finishes muttering in Latin.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I swipe at them with my palms.
A hand shoots through the dirt, and I scream, falling back on my ass and scrambling away.
“Yes,” Mom says, laughing maniacally and clapping her hands. “It worked.”
“Mom?” I ask, voice shaking as the appendage shoves dirt away from it.
