Werewolf Academy
“Have one. Dibella’s cookies are really good.”
Elijah stares at the bag for a long, tense moment, and I’m convinced he’s not going to take a cookie. His jaw is clenched, and there’s something dark in his eyes, like he’s weighing whether to engage or let it go. But just as the silence stretches too long, his hand moves. Slowly, deliberately, he reaches into the bag and pulls out a cookie. “Thanks,” he murmurs, offering me a strained half-smile that feels like it’s costing him every ounce of patience he has.
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