Magic Academy: Finding My Mate
I glare up at him, daring to challenge his hungry eyes even if it's one against five.
"You won't touch anything." I hold his gaze, irritated that I have to crane my neck to see his face. Being short is a damn curse.
He chuckles and nods at his friends, who appear behind him with scary-looking smiles aimed at me.
"That's where you are wrong, kitten," The guy with the shades says, smiling wickedly. His lips are cruel. "We are five against one, and last time I checked, you aren't good at using your magic against werewolves—I saw alpha Blake repel your magic. Now, we aren't as strong as an alpha, but we are still five people."