Werewolf Academy
I mouth, already knowing the questions she’s dying to ask.
“So,” Nate starts, pouring an obscene amount of syrup onto his stack of pancakes. “My grandparents are coming for Parent’s Day. Crazy, right? They’re super religious and anti-gay rights, but they decided to come instead of my mom.”
I shake my head as he shrugs and passes me the syrup bottle. “My parents are coming too.”
Celeste drops her fork with a dramatic clatter, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. “No, stop. Are you serious?”
I nod, feeling the weight of the news settle heavily between us. “Yep.”