Countless coffee cups are scattered over our table, and Hayden is talking animatedly about how he offended a werewolf girl he dated by buying her a necklace in silver. Long story short—she slapped him, which seems to be a regular occurrence at Magic Academy. Hayden appears to be a bit of a casanova with his charming abilities.
"You really shouldn't date people before finding your mate Hayden; your mate isn't going to end up wanting you," Hayley states and sighs at her brother, who is still laughing from the werewolf story.
"What's the fun in staying single? I turned eighteen ages ago, and I have yet to find my mate—flirting is essential to survive."
Hayley looks like she might want to slap her brother for the second time today. Her jaw is resting in the palm of her hand, and her eyes casually flicker to mine.
"What about you, Raven? Are you excited about your eighteenth birthday?" She asks.
I put down my coffee, and a nervous smile touc
Hayley is leaning her cheek against her knuckles while watching Lucy eat the cookie she gave him. "I'm jealous," Hayley says. "I wish I had a familiar as cute as Lucy." "He is not a familiar." I correct her and look down at the demon. Lucy reminds me of a tiny bat—his wings are clad in leather, darker than the night, and his eyes are red and glowing, but Hayley seems to find him adorable. She won't stop feeding him her cookies. "These cookies are delicious!" Lucy is munching on a cookie more significant than his entire body. He holds it pressed to his chest, I stifle a laugh when I catch his feet sticking out on either side of it. Hayley smiles wider at the compliment. "I baked them myself." "Really?" Lucy looks impressed. Dark hair with hints of blue flows around his head, and his pale skin looks flawless; if he were older, the ladies would fall for his appearance. Hayden rolls his eyes. "Don't take credits for what I gave you
I stare down at the dead body for what feels like decades. Someone is screaming, and Hayden taps me on the shoulder, nodding at Lucy with darkened eyes."Your grandmother will probably arrive shortly. You should tell Lucy to hide in your room or something—she won't be happy he isn't inside his mirror."My eyes flick over to Lucy, who smiles at me from under my hair. "Call me when I'm needed.""I will."Lucy spreads his bat-like wings and takes off, leaving me together with Hayden and Hayley."Where is your grandmother?" Hayley whispers through her clenched teeth. "This is getting out of hand..."I nod, silently agreeing with her.People have formed a crowd around the dead person, and someone has pulled out their iPhone and is posing with the body—making me grimace and wish them dead. How disrespectful can a person be?It's one guy belonging to the fire students, probably a werewolf. He is sitting down on his knees a
Fear got a vise hold of my throat, and tears fill my eyes when Jack rips away my blouse, revealing my breast."Please don't..." I'm sniffling, actively trying to conjure fire, but nothing is happening.Self-confidence is essential when summoning my element, and right now, I'm terrified. Fire won't come."Please, what?" Jack laughs. "God, you're so dramatic! You should be happy someone is willing to sleep with you, filthy fire witch."He spits in my face, and I swallow tears. I wanted to save myself for my mate, not get raped by a wicked werewolf."Can you guys believe she begged for mercy? She is so pathetic." Jack comments and all the guys laugh. "But at least her breasts are beautiful—the same can't be said about her face.""No, don't touch me!" I scream and try to kick with my legs. "Stop touching me!"I'm on my back on the floor, held by the big man and the other sick werewolves, all of them exchanging smirks with each other
My confusion hasn't died down even as I step into my room with my new high heels. Samael—why does that name sound so familiar? And why is my heart still pounding from when he touched me? Could he be the man I've been dreaming of? Nah! Samael can't possibly be my mate. My special someone wouldn't be that shifty-shady. I walk inside my room and kick off my shoes, not even hesitating before I plunge into my bed. A tiny voice shrieks in surprise, and I look straight ahead, sighing in relief when I spot Lucy blinking up at the ceiling. He must have fallen from the pillow. The little thing is lying on his back, looking quite distraught. "I've searched everywhere for you!" I exclaim. "Where the hell have you been?!" Lucy tilts his head, locking his eyes with mine. His dark hair is falling into his face, and he smiles goofily. "I've been here the entire time," He says drowsily. "Did you miss me?" I roll my eyes. "Why would I miss the d
A yawn slips out through my lips—I didn't sleep last night. Nevertheless, my weekend was quite enjoyable. I spent time with Hayley yesterday and had fun shopping for books and clothes, some pieces of furniture, but last night had me freaking out. After jerking off to Blake, I'm a ball of nerves, sweating as I'm sitting inside the classroom. It's Monday morning—when will the werewolf bust in through the doors? I'm biting my nails, knowing I share this lesson with Blake. Most classes at this school are normal ones that I would have in the human world. Now, for example, I'm sitting inside a math classroom. Still, it seems we will have an orientation to get accustomed to the grounds around campus. I keep staring at the door, jumping when a man enters the classroom with a radiant smile. But it's not Blake—it's Samael! "Good morning, students!" Samael walks over to the middle of the classroom. He is speaking animatedly, introducing h
I follow Blake outside the classroom, furious that I had to be paired with the arrogant bastard."Can I see the map?" I call after Blake as I run after him. Damn tall people and their long legs, it's hard keeping up with him. "I want to know where we are headed."Samael gave us this map with locations we are supposed to find. He told us another teacher has hidden items at every location, and as proof that we have been to the spots on the map, we need to bring those items back to the classroom.Blake shoots a look over his shoulder. He is way taller than me and has to lower his gaze to meet my eyes. He does it with a disapproving scowl like he isn't impressed by what he sees—what a jerk."You would know where these places are anyhow," Blake says and walks slower to let me catch up with him. "How fast can you run?"I arch my eyebrows. "Why?"A smile touches his confident face. "Because I was thinking of shape-shifting to find these locat
For the billionth time today, I'm questioning where life has taken me. I'm riding on a giant wolf, holding on to Samael's waist as if my life depended on it while we jump over rocks and twigs.Laughter is erupting from the most profound reach of my stomach—I don't think I've laughed this much in, well, ever!"Don't laugh too much, or you might fall off!"Samael's words are a warning, yet I can pick up the amusement in his velvety voice. He is a good teacher who likes to hear his students have fun—I admire that.Smiling to myself, I glance ahead, noticing how Samael is tightening the reins to prevent Blake from throwing us off his back. It makes me laugh even louder.Never in my entire life did I think I would get to ride an alpha wolf in the company of a hot, sexy teacher, who I might squeeze tighter than necessary—it's Samael's fault for smelling like delicious sandalwood!How are you supposed to resist him?Opportu
Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic. "You're quick to judge a person based on where they come from without even knowing them." I'm speaking from the heart and thinking back to the first time I ran into him. "You talk without a filter, and you don't even care if you hurt people." Blake snorts. "It's not like you are any better. You picked a fight with my girlfriend during your first day and almost burnt down the entire school." I smile with venom lacing my tongue. Blake should