“You’re saying your mama is?”
I cast her a pointed look as we stop in the corridor.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Allie.” I turn toward my door and enter the code.
I share the room with a werewolf girl named Karen. I actually pity her for that name, ruined for all of eternity. We don’t talk much, but we’re civil, and the partition in the middle of the room gives me all the privacy I need.
The room is… satisfactory, but not what you’d call luxurious or beautiful by any means.
I’ve added touches of flair and, of course, plenty ofcrystals and décor, but it just doesn’t make up for the lack of style. Others consider the Academy exquisite, but I think they’ve just grown up without knowing what true elegance really is.
I take off my clothes and head to the small, adjoining bathroom for a shower. Afterwards, I step back into the dorm room and sit down at my desk, turning on my lamp as I take out my journal, whispering an enchantment to unlock it.
I flip it open and pick up my fountain pen.
Pausing, I put it down and flip back through the pages until I stop on the entry about Ares Westwood. Not long after Sienna left, he almost died in a freak attack.
Something happened that no one could explain, a fleeting blackout that defied even Leo’s security. He was dying, and then he was fine, but had no recollection of what happened, how he got there, or who tried to kill him.
A mystery I feel is vital to uncover.
“Aldona?”
“Yes?” I glance at Karen. She’s standing there, arms crossed, wearing her oversized, fluffy panda hoodie. She wears the oddest things.
“What are you doing this weekend?”
This weekend?
Oh, yes.
“I’ll be visiting family.” It’s a weekend holiday, the first since the new school year began a few weeks ago.
“Ah, sounds nice.”
I glance over my shoulder at her. “Why do you ask?”
“Just.” She shrugs.
It’s not simply ‘just’, but she’s clearly not going to tell me so easily.
“What are you going to do?” I ask the obvious question.
She shrugs. “I’m not sure. My pack was destroyed, so we can’t go back. I was just curious if you’d be here or not.”
Oh.
“I didn’t realise that it was your pack. I’m sorry for your loss,” I say, knowing many were killed.
She nods. I don’t do sympathy well, and charity isn’t my strong point either, but she is my roommate, and I do have a duty to her.
I turn in my chair, looking across at her. “Well, we’ll be going to the Night Walkers Pack. Although I’ll be extremely busy with family events, I’m sure I can have you set up in a room for the weekend. There’s plenty to do there, and I’ll have Alpha Alejandro assign someone to show you around, if you would like that, of course.”
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“Yes, it’s no big deal,” I reply with a toss of my hair and turn back to my journal.
“Thank you, Aldona.”
