Page 99 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
“Does it matter?”
His eyes snap to mine. “You’re worked up over a little hiccup.”
“A little hiccup?” I scoff and move my finger off the scroll and rub the bridge of my nose. “Raven being a witch is hardly what I’d calla little hiccup, Draco. When has there ever been a witch turned shifter?”
“There’s been the demon shifter.”
With a sigh, I shake my head. “That’s beside the point.”
“She’s obviously not a very strong witch if all she can do is tango with the dead.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. This is why I wanted to be left alone.
“Interacting with the dead is nothing to sneeze at.”
He nods. “But it’s all she can do. You’re worried for no reason.”
No reason is quite the understatement.
Witches hate shifters as much as they do vampires. If he turned a witch of status, we’re in trouble.
Sensing my agitation, he concedes and unrolls the scroll. “All right, psycho, I’ll look for Wellington in the Pepperton family tree.”
“You keep using that word, but I don’t think it means what you think it means.”
“Which word?” he asks with a slight smile.
He knows full well what word I mean because I’ve called him it many times.
Psycho.
If anyone is a psycho it’s him. And maybe Brayden.
“Never mind, let’s get to work.”
For five minutes, there’s blessed silence. Then he clears his throat.
“Her blood is rather delicious. Perhaps if I have another taste, I can tell you exactly what family she’s from.”
“For fuck’s sake, Draco. Is this all a joke to you?”
His cruel smile falls, and a dangerous darkness flashes in his eyes. “Of course it’s not a fucking joke. Have you forgotten everything I’ve lost?”
I glance away. “You never let me forget.”
Smacking his hand against the table, he growls. “Because it fucking matters, Carter. Forgive me if I refuse to live a mundane existence and follow all of their rules like you do. I won’t, not after what they’ve done.”
“Is that what you think I do?” I clench my jaw and pin him with an angry look. “Follow all their rules and live a mundane existence? Pretending like none of it happened?”
His hands shift, and his claws dig into the table. “It sure seems like it,Professor,” he spits the last word out.
“Get out.”
Dragging his claws through the table, he looses a low growl.
I wince when one claw snaps in half under the pressure. “Moons, Draco. Stop.”
He ignores me, leaning into the pain to control his wolf. His eyes flash yellow. “Does it bother you, Carter? To see my pain?”
