The Last Howl
Bellona Ashford.
40. Susan Carter.
The color completely drained from her face.
I smiled brightly at her, tilting my head. "...Looks like the ground liked me more."
Her expression twisted with pure, unadulterated fury. Worth it. Absolutely worth it.
Professor Hawthorne watched the muddy girl laughing quietly to herself on the grass.
The younger professor beside him frowned, adjusting his glasses. "No active wolf... and she still finished in the top forty."
Professor Hawthorne's amber eyes remained locked on Bellona, a faint, intrigued smile touching his lips.