Page 92 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
The water kicks on warm, and I stand under the spray, letting it beat against my skin and wash away everything that happened last night. When I tip my head back and wash my hair, I close my eyes. My mind flashes to the tentacle wrapping around my ankle and yanking me on my ass. Grimacing, I finish my hair and turn off the water.
I can’t even shower without thinking about the stupid ghosts.
Glancing at the clock, I let out a relieved sigh. It’s time for lunch.
You hear that? Food time,I say, trying to coax my wolf out. She’s been oddly quiet today.
She didn’t even tell me to take Everett when he offered himself to us.
Comida… snacks… come on, Scoob.The last part is meant to rile her up, but she remains silent.
Huh. I frown as I put on my shoes again, tying them and trying to get her to respond. Or wake up. Maybe she’s sleeping.
The cafeteria is busy since it’s lunch time, so I fall in line and wait my turn. Morg is nowhere in sight, so when I finish filling up my plate, I head to an empty table. Not a moment after I set my tray down does Draco slide into the seat across from mine.
“Hello, poppet.”
With a scowl, I sit and shake out my napkin. “Now that nickname will get you shanked. Little Red is bad enough, let’s not keep experimenting.”
His lips twitch, somehow making him all the more sinister, and he glances at my tray. The longer strands of his hair fall across his forehead. He has no right to be so annoyingly good looking.
It’s not fair to the rest of us.
“How was your night? Do anyone interesting?”
I scoff and stab my fork into the chicken and use my knife to cut a bite-sized piece. “Are you spying on me?” I ask and shove the food into my mouth. God, this place knows how to serve food. The chicken is perfectly cooked and seasoned to perfection.
My wolf still doesn’t stir.
I’m beginning to worry she’s hurt.
“No, well, not all the time at least.”
Shaking my head, I cut another piece. “Whatever game you’re playing, Draco, I’m not interested.”
He chuckles darkly and walks his fingers toward my tray. “When I’m playing games, I’ll let you know.” His fingers rest on the edge of my tray.
I set my knife down a centimeter away from his digits. “What do you want?”
“You looked like you needed company.” He withdraws his hand and sets his chin on the edge of his palm. “You look well rested.”
“I’m fine on my own. I don’t need your pity friendship.”
“This isn’t pity.”
“Then what is it?” I ask after taking a sip of water. “Because I can’t tell.”
His eyes widen slightly. “You’re mad.”
“You’re observant,” I snark, hating how much pleasure he’s getting out of this seemingly innocent conversation.
“I do try.” He glances me over, dropping his devious grin and growing serious. “You’re okay?”
I stiffen, wondering how much he knows about Everett finding me. “I’m fine.”
With a dip of his chin, he raps his knuckles on the table and stands. “Catch you later, Little Red.”
I watch him leave before I finish eating. He’s up to something. I don’t know if he merely likes to aggravate me or if he has another motive for appearing out of nowhere and prying into my life.
