Werewolf Academy
And to deepen my suspicions, Luca makes an unnecessary wide berth around me, heading for the drinks stand.
“Let’s get some drinks and celebrate our victory!” he shouts over his shoulder, walking off. Nate darts after him, leaving behind Celeste with me.
She hooks her arm with mine, grinning. “Girl, you look hot. Luca should be a stylist, seriously.”
“I’m not going to lie, I kind of like this outfit he put together.” I peer at her. Celeste is wearing a black tight, figure-hugging one-piece dress encrusted with gems—something I’ve seen her wear it before. I stop walking, and she pauses with me. “Wait, didn’t Luca get you guys outfits?”