Page 36 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
I glare at him. “What do you want?”
He leans close as I open my door, and I toss a scowl in his direction.
“You’re being creepy, Draco.”
“Only a little, Raven.” He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger before tugging on it. “Can I come in?”
“Why?” I ask, shifting to face him and blocking the path into my room.
“Why not?” His eyes flash with something dangerously close to desire.
I sigh and shake my head. “Are you always obnoxious?”
“Usually.”
Well, at least he’s honest.
“Goodbye, Draco.” I step inside and close the door on his grinning face.
He taps on the door. “So he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house in,” he says in a deep voice.
Stupid nursery rhymes.
He’s trying to scare you, don’t let him. He is no match for me.
Tossing the snacks on the bed, I kick off my shoes. Then I grab the chair and slide it under the doorknob, hoping it’ll keep him and anyone else who might get funny ideas out.
“The story only works if I’m a pig, Draco. Your wolf doesn’t scare mine.”
“But I scare you?” he asks.
Not answering him, I sit on the bed and eat the beef jerky, making the wolf inside of me one happy animal. She’s silent while I eat, and I imagine her savoring the flavor with her eyes closed and head tipped to the side.
This is so weird.
I don’t hear him anymore. He’s gone, right?I ask after I take a drink of water. I’d like to sleep but doing so while Draco lingers outside my door will be hard.
The male has left.
Thank fuck for that.
Chapter 8
Draco
Dragging my finger along the wall, I search the darkened ballroom. It’s been over a week since I’ve had time to talk to Brayden, but it’s time we discuss what to do about our little wolf. She’s much more skittish than I anticipated. I’m not complaining though. It simply means the plan will take longer than we had hoped.
“You’ve been busy with our new friend.”
I move my gaze to the corner of the room. Brayden steps out from the shadows.
“It’s only been a week.”
He shrugs and walks toward me, stopping a few feet away. His eyes skate over me. “Did she agree then?”
With a sigh, I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the wall. “It’s going to take more than a few days to get her to agree to the idea, Bray.”
“How do you know?” he asks, eyes narrowing on me.
