Werewolf Academy
But apparently, my magic didn’t get the memo.
It starts with a faint glow on my neck—the marks Diana left me, shimmering under my skin like moonlight trapped in glass. Then the glow spreads. Down my shoulder and arms. Across my chest. My heartbeat syncs with it, faster, stronger—until my entire dorm hums in time with me.
“Hailey!” Celeste’s voice cuts through the haze. She’s on her feet, eyes wide. “You’re—uh—you’re lighting up!”
The lamps flicker violently. Nate scrambles off the floor where he’d been scrolling on his phone. “Okay, cool, this is fine. Totally fine. Just our best friend turning into a human lantern.”