“Um…why did you stop to speak with me?” I gesture around to all of the girls who are clearly avoiding each other. “Not that I mind, I just –“ “Oh, I really like your wolf!” she says, visibly brightening as she gestures towards Anton, who lifts his head, clearly proud and pleased to be acknowledged
“I’ll leave you here,” Nic intones, dropping his hand from mine the moment the three of us materialize in the room. “Okay,” I say, turning towards him. “And if I need to go somewhere, what? I just call you and –“ “You don’t need to go anywhere,” he says, flat. And then he disappears. I scowl a
“Eh,” Anton says, and I turn my head to see him shrugging and smirking a bit. “I’m not so sure about that.” “What?” I press myself up to a sitting position, intrigued. “What are you talking about? I was such a jerk to him – it’s a miracle that he didn’t kick me out of the competition – I mean, I r
“Anton!” I groan, wiping my snarl from my face and flopping back on the bed, kicking out at him, embarrassed. As usual, he just laughs. “This is so ridiculous! That can’t possibly be true!” “It is, though!” “But how?” I ask, cuddling up in the comforter a bit, feeling weird and shy. “First, how
We’re silent for a moment, just looking at each other, before Anton slaps his hands against his thighs, clearly not wanting to dwell on it. “So!” he says, forcing a smile onto his face. “What I think you and I need is a plan.” “A plan?” I ask, screwing my lips to the side as I study him. “Yup,”
“Okay, so,” Anton says, idly swinging his feet as he sits on the counter next to the sink while I brush my teeth. “First we go to Laila’s for breakfast, hopefully getting some information about what the hell is going on, and then we…” he hesitates here, not knowing precisely how to fill in that blan
But suddenly her words fall away when she turns her head and looks up into Anton’s face, her own the picture of shock. “Anton!” I gasp, realizing that Laila was expecting a glowing white and blue wolf and standing in front of her is a white and blue boy. “You weren’t supposed to shift!” “Oh god
“I wasn’t quite brought from home,” Anton says with a little shrug, smirking at Laila and clearly enjoying himself. “But I wasn’t called up, either.”“Then where did you come from?” Laila asks, looking at him with her wide eyes. Her dark brown irises, I note with curiosity, are larger than mine or a