Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl #1) - Leia Stone Page 0,33

settings until I got what I wanted. I was on my fourth picture when my phone buzzed in my back pocket.

WolfDude_4 has uploaded a new photo.

I clicked the alert, fully prepared for a selfie or even a picture with Meredith.

When I saw the back of me, taking a picture of the pink flowers moments ago with my phone, I gasped and spun around the park searching for him, but he was nowhere.

My heart pounded in my throat as I read the caption.

It was … a poem?

“Some days, I am more wolf than woman and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.” Wolf and Woman by Nikita Gill.

What the hell, he knew poetry? And what did that mean? That I shouldn’t be sorry for who I was?

“Hey.” Sage called, bringing my attention back to reality and I jumped a little.

“Hey.” I quickly “liked” the photo, and then slipped my phone back away and into my pocket.

Sage handed me a plate of chicken fingers and French fries with extra ranch and I grinned.

“Thanks.”

We sat on a bench and Sage popped a fry into her mouth. “So the rumor mill is in full effect.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

She nodded. “Some people saw you and Sawyer go back to his place last night. Then they heard about the vampire attack. You’re a banished wolf.” She gave me a sly grin. “So naturally everyone thinks you are really in league with the vampires and are here to assassinate Sawyer.”

I gasped and a French fry lodged right into my windpipe. With a huge cough, I was able to spit it out, but it took a moment for me to gather my composure.

“Say what now?” I looked at my redheaded friend.

Sage laughed. “It’s ridiculous. No one believes it.”

I frowned. “But maybe they do. Maybe the alpha does, ohmygod maybe Sawyer does.”

Maybe that’s why he dropped the class…? But no, he was there last night, he saw the vampires try to kill me.

I sighed, throwing my head into my hands.

Rumors were powerful, and Sawyer dropping the class he had with me spoke volumes.

I liked him, like I had really allowed myself to like him, and now I felt a little crushed.

Stupid Werewolf Bachelor, not everyone came out of these things happy.

Sawyer would.

Another girl would…

And forty-nine of us would be heartbroken.

Sage waved me off. “Trust me, babe. Everything will blow over by next week.”

I wanted to believe her, but I just couldn’t.

That night I was fully prepared to just sit around and eat ice cream all night, but Sage had other plans.

“You just need to dance your way out of your funk. Let’s go to Moonies tonight?” she asked.

Moonies was the campus dance club and bar. I’d walked past it a bunch of times and written it off. But I did like to dance … Raven and I took a hip-hop class all through high school that was offered at Delphi and it was something I was good at. Getting lost in the music, moving your body to the beat, there was a therapeutic nature to dancing.

“Maybe for like one dance,” I told her, and she squealed.

After dressing me in quite possibly the shortest black dress I’d ever worn, we walked to Moonies with Walsh and Brandon trailing behind us.

“I can’t believe you’re still wearing those fucking white tennis shoes.” She scowled at my feet, causing me to grin.

“First of all, Converse are not tennis shoes. At least I don’t think they are. And second, I can’t believe you care so much about my attire.”

She laughed, hooking her arm through mine and looking over her shoulder at Brandon and Walsh. She’d been doing that a lot lately, sneaking glances at the two men.

I lowered my voice, leaning into her. “Which one do you like?”

Her eyes went wide and she swallowed hard. “Is it that obvious?”

I shrugged. “Just to me.”

She chewed her lip. “Walsh, but he’s Sawyer’s best friend and would never…”

I yanked her arm, pulling her closer to me. “You don’t know that.”

She nodded. “I do. He told me this summer when we kissed.”

Oh. Well, shit.

“Just one kiss? Or was there repeated kissing?” I questioned, raising one eyebrow.

She chuckled. “Just one, amazing, Earth-shattering kiss.”

A frown pulled at my lips. “I’m sorry.”

She gave a casual shrug, but I could see how much it bothered her. “I’m one of the guys, ya know. Girls like that don’t get dated. Anyway, enough about me, did you know that Werewolf City drinking age is eighteen?”

I smiled. “I did. My