"Let us hope, Mr. Sullivan is not one of those direct ancestors or knows how to keep the sun from rising." Bergins turns back to the board. "So all of this we've completed for werewolves, you need to be able to do the same for each of these supernatural species for the test next week."A collective

Laughter and snickers echo. "Guess the human isn't used to physical activity."My face burns from both embarrassment and anger, I stand up, then continue running. It's not long before an itch creeps across my side and I wonder if I'm bleeding.I hike up my shirt to expose my mid-drift when a waft of

The Viking-dressed guy stands on my backpack. How had he gotten so close without me seeing or hearing him?"Get off!" I yank at the backpack. This has to be some trick of Gwen's. They are probably in the dorm, filming my shock and laughing their asses off."Brana, my heart!" He rushes toward me with

Biting my lip, I dash out of the room, locking the door behind me.I pause in the hallway as the desire to race back inside my room pounds through my chest. Am I having this reaction because of the dream from last night? Was Kiarr the one kissing and touching me?Briefly, I close my eyes, allowing m

The zombie's breath of rotten meat and spoiled eggs gags me. I twist, trying to get away."Brana-Brene!" Kiarr shouts.My heart leaps at his voice. I've never been so happy to hear someone in my life. But what can a ghost do? His sword went right through Gwen.Still, I can't bring myself to give up