Page 13 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
His friend grunts as the porcelain connects with his head and stumbles back a step.
“Get away from me.” I go to shove it into his middle, but he catches it in his hands and yanks it from my grasp.
I stumble forward but catch myself before I fall.
“Little Red has claws, Carter,” Draco drawls.
Carter, the blond, tosses a glare over his shoulder and rubs his head. “Shut up.” He sets the lid on the counter, staring down at it, and shaking his head. “That hurt. Listen, we’re not here to harm you.”
I move back, falling in line with the plunger.
Yes, I’ll plunge them to death if I have to.
“What do you want?” I move my gaze between them. “Where are we?”
Draco leans his arm against the top of the door frame, looking every bit the sultry bad boy. “Welcome to Bad Moon Academy, love.”
I hate to admit I prefer the other nickname.
Not a hospital then.
“But where are we?”
“Deep in the forest, neither here nor there,” Draco says.
I narrow my eyes on him. “That was helpful.”
With a quirk of his brow, he shrugs. “I’m not the welcoming committee.”
“Which is precisely why I don’t understand why you are still here.” Carter gives me his back while he confronts Draco.
Resting his left arm next to the other, Draco leans farther into the room, a savage smile cutting across his face. “If you want me to leave, why don’t you ask?” There’s a glint of challenge in his eyes, and I don’t like it. A rush of power stirs inside of me, the same power I felt when my wolf made them both submit. I don’t understand it but that doesn’t mean I can’t use it.
“Leave.” My voice cracks through the room, making them both scramble away from me. I press my lips together and pretend like I’m not freaking out that I can actually force them to do something.
“Whoa.” Carter runs his hands through his hair, still moving toward the door but looking very much like he wants to stay. “Raven, I’m here to help you.”
I move my attention to Draco, who’s full on grinning now, but it’s not a nice gesture. No, Draco is like a wave of chaos waiting for a reason to break.
Testing a theory, I clear my throat. “Carter can stay. Draco, get the fuck out.”
He growls in protest but drops his gaze and storms from the room, slamming the door hard enough to make the cheap paintings on the wall rattle.
Carter is in my room. I’m still standing in the bathroom like an idiot. Straightening my back and tipping my chin up, I leave the safety of the smaller room and close the door, leaning against it.
“Sorry about him. He’s an asshole.”
“You don’t say.”
He smiles. “Right, well, I’m Carter.” He sticks his hand out, and I stare at it for a beat, wondering if he really expects me to shake his hand given the circumstances. “Oh, yeah, that was dumb,” he says, shoving his hand into his pocket.
“You have three minutes to tell me what the hell is going on before I make you leave too.”
I don’t quite understand what I did to Draco, but the little I do know about wolves leads me to believe it’s something about dominance.
Carter takes a deep breath. “This is Bad Moon Academy. Draco is right, we’re neither here nor there because of shifter magic. You were bitten and turned. This is your new home.”
It takes me a minute to process what he’s said because he covered a lot in under a minute. “Hold on, Bad Moon Academy?”
