Page 52 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
“Our little Penny was bitten by a shifter before he realized she was a blood whore.”
Pressing my lips together, I keep a disinterested look pasted across my face. Maybe she’ll stop humiliating the woman if I pretend not to care. Though I can’t deny my interest is piqued.
“What’s a blood whore?” she asks the rest of the class. Lincoln’s hand shoots up again and Ms. Fig sighs. “Go on then.”
The guy with the mousy face grins at me. “Blood whores are humans who get addicted to vampire bites. They like to be drained and usually end up dead.”
Poor Penelope cowers in her seat, nearly folding in half as she tries to hide from the harsh and disgusted stares.
“Okay,” I say.
Ms. Fig’s face sours at my lack of reaction, but it does the trick. She switches topics, and I take notes like a mad woman, furiously scribbling down every tidbit of information she tosses out. It’s almost like she’s trying to make us miss things.
When she pauses to take a drink, I chance a glance at Penelope. She’s recovered from before, but there’s an air of defeat about her. I frown and pick up my pencil as Ms. Fig starts in again about vampires.
Class ends a while later, and I head to my room, processing everything she explained. Vampires are way scarier when you realize how organized they are. Not only do they have crime syndicates, they’re in nearly every branch of government across the globe, and they even have a space program.
Can you imagine?
Vampires in space? The universe is not prepared.
I mean, come on, imagine if Spock was actually a vampire? Poor Amanda would have fainted.
I’m bored and I don’t know who Amanda is.
She’s a character’s mom from this show about space.
She yawns.I’m hungry.
Are you sure you don’t need a nap?I ask with a small laugh.
I’ll sleep better on a full stomach.
Who am I to deny her food? Besides, my stomach is rumbling and it’s lunch time. I head to the cafeteria and get in line.
My spine tingles and a strong presence presses close to me.
“Hello again.”
I glance over my shoulder at Everett. “I’ve never had a stalker before, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to let me see you.”
Barking out a laugh loud enough to make the people in front of me turn around, Everett shakes his head. “Stalking is such a strong word. I prefer obsessive following.”
Oh, he’s funny. Let’s keep him.
Somehow, I doubt this man wants to be kept, I say to my wolf.
You never know. Even the strong ones like to be claimed.I can hear her smirk in the words.
Rolling my eyes at him, I face forward and grab a tray and plate then pile on the food as my wolf sees fit. So long as she doesn’t try to make me eat fish, I’m comfortable with her choices.
“What’s she telling you?” he asks as we make our way down the line.
“She wants to keep you.”
Good. Be direct. Alphas like that.
I didn’t want him to like it. I wanted to chase him off.
