Chapter Seven

"Umm, do you mind if the book is a little wet?" she asked me.

"What?" I stand up from my desk.

Through the open door, I can see Charles. He stops at the door and gives me a confused look. Hazel pulls out the book from behind her back, also dropping wet. She hands it to me but I only push it back.

"It's going to drip over my desk," I say with a scowl. "How did this even happen?"

"You see, there's a bridge in the way to the pack warrior residence," she said then I nodded. "I quickly reached the house, I found the book despite the very uncooperative people there and I was coming back as soon as possible! But... it was so tempting to walk over the railing of the bridge I couldn't help myself and when I started walking over it, I lost my balance and fell and then I got wet. But you can still read the book! You only have to dry it! Maybe with a drier, if you have a drier, or you can ask someone else to—"

"Hazel," my voice cuts through her rant and animated gestures.

"Yes?" for the first tim