I made Miss Emily in exactly what she was wearing and exactly where she was sitting. I painted the easel that sat beside her and on the easel, I painted the entire class. I had to use a very small brush to do that one. By the time I finished, it looked like a legit photograph. “Wow, these are incr
Lila’s POV “Oh, my goddess!” Miss Emily exclaimed as she jumped to her feet. My entire lunch slipped out of my hands and splattered to the ground; it also got on my clothing. I jumped to my feet as well, my heart racing. “I’m so sorry,” I breathed, feeling my brain rattling. Miss Emily rushed t
We spent the rest of lunch talking and catching up. I told her about my vacation and about how Enzo marked me, and she told me about her summer painting class. When lunch ended, I thanked her for the conversation and headed to my next class, Werewolf Sociology. By the end of class, I was exhausted
He explained what today’s lesson was going to be which I knew didn’t include me because their lessons consisted of shifting. Xander didn’t like it when I shifted. Our morning training session started with typical workouts, such as running 5 laps, sit-ups, push-ups, and pull-ups. Stuff that I could
Lila’s POV I spun around quickly to see Professor Xander standing over me with a deep frown. He was shirtless and he was now wearing a pair of jeans as opposed to the combat pants he wore before his shower. He had beads of water still dripping down his neck and across his tattooed torso. I still h
“We have guards keeping watch over her 24/7,” Bastien explained before I could say anything. “Nobody is in danger.” “Jasmine is the most powerful dark witch to ever exist. Do you think some magic cuffs and a cage is going to keep her locked away?” Alpha Henry asked, folding his arms across his ches
Enzo’s POV “I need to leave, Alpha,” I said as I went back into the meeting room. All the Alphas turned their attention to me with curious frowns. “Is everything okay?” Bastien asked, narrowing his eyes at me. “Hazel is awake and requesting to see me,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. Bast
“And this particular Coven cares because Jazzy is my sister.” I closed my eyes, allowing her words to settle in. They seemed surreal, but they almost made sense. Just as I finally found words to speak, there was a knock on the door. “Are you up for another visitor?” I found myself asking instead o