Werewolf Academy
Luca drawls, his voice just loud enough for Elijah to hear, “what do you call a werewolf that’s also a librarian?”
I glance at him, intrigued but suspicious. “I don’t know. What?”
“A fur-midable opponent for anyone who returns their books late.”
It’s so cheesy that I can’t help but burst out laughing. Luca grins wider, clearly satisfied with himself. I cover my mouth, trying to stifle the laugh, but it’s too late. I’m doubled over, shaking with amusement, the ridiculous joke breaking through all the tension that had been swirling around me.
And that’s all it takes.