Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold
“I’m not just a hothead.”
“Fine. Your plan sounds safer. Let’s do it.”
“Obviously safer. You idiots were about to get yourselves banished,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
“Alright,” I said, holding back an eye roll of my own. “Can I get your number or something, so we can keep in touch?”
“No,” she replied flatly, then turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the empty classroom.
Taking a deep breath, I walked into my next class on Werewolf Anatomy, hoping to sneak in without being noticed, but Miss May’s glare met me at the door.
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