Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold
“Hey, it’s me. Corey.”
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. She blinked several times, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
“There she is!” Leo’s voice rang out behind me, far too loud for the moment.
Malia’s head snapped up, and she let out a low, warning growl. Her teeth bared, and her eyes gleamed with feral intensity.
I raised my hands in a calming gesture. “Malia, it’s okay. It’s just me.”
She didn’t seem to recognize me at first, but as her gaze steadied, a flicker of recognition passed through her eyes. Her lips trembled, and tears welled up.
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