Page 33 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
She’s mad at me, and I don’t blame her.
Humans know about supes, but their knowledge is limited. She has no idea what I am though… It’s only a matter of time until she finds out. I can’t tell Lou like she asked, not without giving myself away. Changelings aren’t something humans know about; my kind aren’t supposed to reveal our secrets.
Still I made a promise to Raven, and I intend to keep it. There has to be a way to break this shifter magic.
I’ll find a way to rescue her.
Chapter 7
Raven
I make it back to my room without incident. I crank on the water and toss my sweaty clothes on the tile floor then step into the shower. Water pounds against my skin, and I sigh, tipping my head back so my hair can get wet.
Adler is a shifter too.
Or a changeling. Whatever that means.
He got through the wards which means I can too, eventually.
I doubt he’ll find a way to break the magic, but it was nice of him to try to help me. I regret being a little rash and running away angry. Having the possibility of escape so close and then violently ripped away by the wards reignited my rage. I’m not mad at Adler; I’m pissed at this stupid academy. I can’t say I understand why he has to keep his identity a secret when humans have known about shifters for over a hundred years, but I get it. He’s comfortable in Deckerville, and people will treat him differently if the news of him being a shifter gets out. Still, a little part of me hopes he’ll tell Aunt Lou I’m okay.
They haven’t given me a phone, but maybe I can find a way to borrow one and call her, let her know I’m safe, for the most part, and I’ll be home as soon as possible. I finish showering and wrap a towel around me once I dry my hair a little. Heading into the bedroom, I snatch a clean pair of underwear, leggings, and a loose-fitting shirt. My stomach growls, but I climb back under the covers once I’m dressed. I’ll get food later.
A few hours pass and Morg arrives at my door, wearing a grin that speaks of nothing but trouble. “Hey there, new girl. You didn’t come to breakfast.”
I step aside to let her in my room and close the door once she prances in. “I was tired.”
She hums. “Are you depressed?”
Depressed?
No, I’m not depressed. I’m mad as hell.
“No,” I say. Sitting on my bed, I watch as she walks around my room.
“Wow, you need decorations.” She faces me and winks. “Want to come check my room out?”
I hesitate, not sure if I’m ready to go all in on this budding friendship. Once I cross the line, there’s no going back. If I decide I don’t want to be friends with her, it’ll get weird.
It’s not like anyone else is lining up to be my friend though. Most of the people I’ve seen so far pretend like I don’t exist.
“Sure.” I stand and straighten my shirt. “Can we stop by the cafeteria? I’m kind of hungry now.”
She smirks. “No problem, ladybug, let’s go.”
After our pitstop for snacks, Morg leads me back up the stairs and to the opposite wing of the third floor. We pass a few people on the way, but they hardly glance in my direction. I’d be lying if I said I was offended. For once, it’s nice to be ignored.
“And this is me.” She opens a door with a big sign which readsTrespassers Will Be Stabbed.
“Oh, wow.” I step into her room, taking it all in for a few minutes. “It looks like a glitter bomb exploded on a pink chicken.”
She snorts. “I can see that.” Wiggling part of a pink boa she has strung along the wall at me, she kicks off her boots and sighs. “I have every shade of boa you can think of in the closet. There’s also a box full of decorations I’ve grown out of, more muted tones.” She runs her toe over the purple shag rug in front of her bed. “I prefer to live out loud now.”
“Can I see the box?” I wrinkle my nose and touch a feather on the same boa she waved at me. “I’m not really into frills.”
“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t say that.” Morg opens her closet, scoots a big pile of boas to the side, and yanks out a box from the back. “Let’s see here.” She lifts the lid and groans. “I remember this stage. This was myI’m not ready to be a wolftime period.”
I roll my eyes and pull the box away from her. The decorations are all dark and mysterious. There are a few statues of ravens, a black and white globe, a soft gray rug, and an onyx throw blanket. I run my finger over one of the statues.
