Page 17 of Dead Wolf Rising (Bad Moon Academy 3)

You. Are. Out. Of. Control.Out loud I give a soft laugh, making Adler’s eyes wrinkle on the edges.

“Your wolf?”

I nod. “She’s hilarious, but her timing needs work.”

His hands are still covering mine. “You’ll have to thank her for me.”

“Why?” I ask with a funny smile.

“Because she can make you laugh when you’re in pain. She’s helping you.”

Joan preens and pants in my head, and I roll my eyes at her.

Tipping my head to the side, I study his face. “Are you sure you’re not a supernatural?”

He grins. “One-hundred-percent fae unfortunately.”

“Hm. Good thing I like your brand of fae.” The bond flares with warmth, and it reminds me of the others. I check around his arm and find the guys waiting for us to finish. A blush crawls up my cheeks when I realize they were giving us a moment, and I feel like a silly little girl.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Brayden drawls. “I love a good sappy story.”

“Are you making fun of this?” I narrow my eyes on him and pull away from Adler, marching over to him.

His eyes flash with surprise. “No.”

I can never tell with him. “Because if sappy isn’t your jam, you can always leave. I don’t want anyone here who wants to make fun of what’s going on between me and another guy. Every relationship is going to be different.”

“I’m not making fun of you guys.” He places his hand on his chest. “I do like sappy love stories. Ask Draco.”

His twin dips his head. “The number of times we had to watchThe Notebookwas unnerving.”

“It’s a good story.” Brayden drops his hand and shoves it into his pocket, a few strands of his dark hair falling across his forehead when he glances down.

“Fine,” I concede. “I believe you.”

“After a little convincing?” he asks, lips quirking.

“Can you blame me? You’re impossible to read.” I run my hand over the back of my neck, which is sore from everything I’ve gone through the past week.

“I guess I can’t.” Jerking his chin in the direction of the school, he says, “How about a snack?”

As if on cue, my stomach grumbles and Joan whines.

“Always,” I say earnestly, channeling my inner Severus.

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The disappointed facesare too much to handle, so as soon as we’re done with our early morning snack, I head to bed. Lying down on my cot, I roll onto my side and stare at Bea’s. The men scoot their beds closer and settle in around me, but all I notice is the empty mattress and tousled sheets.

They’re not in the Underworld.Death’s words whisper through my mind. Bea and Morg aren’t gone. Only Jinx. Assuming I can reach them, I might be able to bring her back, but it would mean using more of Death’s power source and earning more of his anger.

Then again, he didn’t tell me to stop, so what’s the harm in trying?

Honestly, it sounds like a bad idea.

You don’t get to be reasonable,I scold her.Besides, it’s not like Jinx is after us anymore.

I guess you’re right… but is it dangerous?

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