Ava
“But, sir, if you ask any of my teachers and the coach, they’ll tell you the same thing. I’m human. You can smell that I’m human,” she argued.
“Miss Morgan, I told you this yesterday,” the Dean said as he flipped through his paperwork. “What the Council says goes.”
“They made a mistake,” she growled.
Of course, her growl was ineffective because she was human.
It made the dean stop what he was doing and look at her sharply. His eyes glowed blue, and he growled at her—a real, hair-raising, threatening growl.
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