Werewolf Academy
Pulling out a chair by the table, I press on, “Hey, Tilly. I need to talk to you about Ginger.”
Luca tugs a book from the shelf closest to him. On the cover is an illustration of an old man with a bushy beard holding what looks like a spear. The book is titled Death to Those Who Sleep. “Brutal,” Luca murmurs, stuffing it back.
“Tilly?” I try again.
Luca falls down on a seat across from me, snorting. “What sort of stupid name is Tilly? Kind of reminds me of a—”
A sturdy, thick, leather-bound book flies from a shelf and hits Luca on the back of the head. He bolts up from the chair he’s been sitting on, spitting out a slew of a colorful choice of words worthy to land him detention. “What the he