Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,28
we climbed into the car. “Trust me, Raven. He’s been my student now for two and a half years. He’s always been sort of nervous and jumpy around me. I don’t want to make him even more uncomfortable.”
“He probably just thinks you’ll figure out that he’s an ancient,” I replied with a shrug. “That or he’s just naturally nervous and jumpy, which makes sense. If my sister was a monster, I would be nervous and jumpy, too.”
“Whatever the case is, I just think it would be better for me to be invisible.”
“Suit yourself.” I shrugged. “Just make sure you don’t park close enough for him to see you there before you go invisible.”
“Oh, I’m not even worried about that.” As he came to a stop sign, he whispered, in the witch language, “Invisbla.”
He quickly went transparent.
“Can you make yourself visible again, please? People are going to think that this car is just driving itself.”
“Self-driving cars are the future,” Aiden joked, even though I still couldn’t see him.
I sank down in my seat, hoping that no one would end up noticing that there was an invisible driver.
“Relax, Raven. This happens all the time in the paranormal world. Everyone knows you don’t have to be visible to be driving safely,” Aiden insisted.
I still didn’t like it, but I tried not to complain too much as we made it across town.
Aiden parked the car across the street from the bar where I was meeting Eric, and we both climbed out.
We began to walk in the direction of the bar when I spotted him.
Headmaster Black.
He was heading into a business called Psychic Investigations. It read: Serving your investigative needs using our intuition.
“Okay, isn’t that weird?” I whispered out loud so that Aiden could hear me.
“It’s really weird,” his voice filled my mind. “I’m not sure what he would be going in there for.”
“I’m really curious,” I admitted. I was probably biased since I didn’t like or trust Headmaster Black, but I just couldn’t help but think that he was up to no good.
“I have an idea,” Aiden said. “I’m already invisible. What if I follow him?”
“Do it.”
“You’ll be okay here with Eric?”
“Eric is harmless. If someone else”—I knew I didn’t need to specify that I was referring to Iris or Milos— “happens to make an appearance, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay. Let me know when you’re done, but I’m guessing that I’ll be done before you.”
“Alright. Love you.”
“Love you, too,” he replied as I opened to the door to the bar.
When I stepped inside, I glanced around for Eric. I saw him sitting at a back corner of the room.
I headed to the bar and ordered a pumpkin spice margarita before heading over to his table.
“Hey, Raven.” He shot me a small, albeit nervous, smile.
“Hey.” I gripped my glass nervously. I wasn’t entirely sure how to begin this conversation.
“So, I know you have questions.”
“A lot of questions,” I admitted with a nod.
“I’ll answer them as honestly as I can, but I need you to agree to something first.”
“Okay, what?”
His blue eyes met mine. “You can never tell Iris I told you any of this. If she ever knew… Well, I’m pretty sure she’d kill me.”
“I promise that everything you tell me will stay between us.”
“Can I see your phone?” he asked.
I shot him a funny look and then pulled my phone out of my bag. I handed it to Eric, and he laid it on the table.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re not recording me.”
Even though I semi-thought he was being paranoid, I also understood. With a twin as batshit crazy as Iris, I’d have been paranoid, too.
“We can leave it out if it makes you feel more comfortable,” I suggested.
“That would be great.” His eyes met mine again. “So, you want to know why Iris and I are both going to Werewolf Academy?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that seems like a good place to start.”
“Milos and Iris have known each other since ancient times. She’s in love with him,” Eric explained, glancing over at me. “Actually, ‘in love’ might not even be the best way to put it. She has an unhealthy obsession with wanting to be with him. But, as I’m sure you already know by now, Milos isn’t interested in her because he’s in love with you.”
“Yeah. I knew about all of this.”
“Milos and Iris have long known that the two of them would be a part of the Triangle.”
“How did they know that?”
“Easy. They’re both born of two of the most powerful