Werewolf Academy
The sugar immediately helps chase away the lingering taste of death, and I let out a satisfied hum as I chew.
As I sift through the pile, I notice something.
Most of these gifts? They’re from Valerie.
Valerie, who has made it her mission to be the biggest pain in my ass since the moment we met. Valerie, who also, apparently, goes all in on the post-battle care package aesthetic.
My eyes catch on one thing that stands out from all the pink—a tiny box, wrapped in deep purple. My favorite color.
Curious, I grab it and pull off the ribbon, flipping the lid open. Inside, nestled against the soft fabric, is a delicate golden chain with a crescent moon pendant. Simple. Beautiful. Exactly my kind of