By Shadowlight Lake
"Though you might want to hide those fairy light marks around your neck."
I groaned, adjusting my collar. "Please tell me you didn't actually draw that."
"Of course not," she grinned. "I'm saving the dramatic recreation for my final art project. 'Two Alphas, One Minimart', it's going to be a masterpiece," she giggled.
"You're terrible," I muttered, but couldn't help smiling. The normalcy of morning banter with Freya helped ease some of the tension from last night.
Morning classes passed in a blur of lectures and note-taking. I tried to focus on the professors' words rather than the upcoming emergency meeting, or the way Carson's protective growl had made my wolf purr, or how Grant's cold smi