The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
It was the fabric of our supposed gear, folded neatly in stacks.
Murmurs broke out around me, only growing louder as Rochwall reached for one and held it up for us to see. It was a jumpsuit with a lightning bolt on the chest and a gold belt around the waist.
Simple, clean, but beautiful in my eyes because it meant something.
“At least it looks better than the blue from last year,” Dylan said, tilting his head. “Trinity saw a picture and said it looked like a trash bag.”
I let out a small puff of laughter. I remembered what Dylan’s looked like from last year, as I had also seen it in a picture, and this one wasn’t half as bad. If she had given the other one an F, she would give this one a C.