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enjoyed the simple things in life the most.

“He bought this car the day his best friend died,” Aiden explained. “So, for that reason, the car has a lot of sentimental value to him.”

“I didn’t even know Theo had a best friend who died.” Apparently, I hadn’t known my mate as well as I thought I did. I thought his pack members were his only close friends.

I supposed that was naïve of me to think. An eternity was a really long time to just be friends with three people. Of course, he’d had other friends.

“Yeah, her name was Fawn,” he replied, just as I pulled the car into the long driveway.

“How did she die?” I asked.

“She was killed, as werewolves usually are.”

I watched as Headmaster Black’s car pulled around up the street. We waited for a few moments. He made a U-turn and then pulled off the street, slamming his car into high speed.

“He’s gone.” I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m still going to stay invisible until I’m in the house,” Aiden replied. “I’m afraid that if he finds out the truth, if he realizes that I was there with him, he’ll kill me.”

As I held the driver’s side door open for Aiden to climb out, I heard the sound of a car speeding down our street.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the Headmaster’s black sedan again.

A knot tightened in my stomach. Whatever Aiden had overheard, it must have been freaking huge. Why else would the Headmaster have been trying to catch us off guard?

Chapter 12

“So, what did you find out?” Theo asked as we all sat in the living room.

“This shit is seriously disturbing. I can’t even believe this guy is Headmaster.” Aiden shook his head.

“Aiden, what did he do?” I asked gently.

“He’s been killing students.”

“W-what?” That was the absolute last thing I had been expecting him to say.

I hadn’t trusted Headmaster Black in a really long time, and I thought he was capable of a lot of shady shit. But I honestly never would have guessed that killing students could have been one of those things.

The surprise that I felt was mirrored in Colton’s eyes. “Who did he kill?”

“Meghan Thornby, Charles Rover, and Addison Hickey,” Aiden replied.

“I’m a little confused. If this is all true—” Theo began, but Aiden interrupted him.

“It is true. I heard him say it with my own ears.”

“Okay, but if he killed those students, then why is he just telling this psychic investigation agency? Considering how corrupt all of this is, don’t you think he would just keep it to himself? Why risk getting caught?” Theo asked.

“Because this is crazy,” Aiden said, shaking his head.

I could tell that there was a lot about this that he wasn’t revealing yet. “Tell us everything.”

“Yeah, start from the beginning,” Theo agreed with a nod.

“Okay, so I followed him into this place, right? He had an appointment with this psychic investigator. Her name was Pauline. She’s apparently part fae, part witch, so the intuition runs really strong in her genes. I guess she really knows her shit,” he explained. “So, Headmaster Black starts to tell her about how he’s been killing students so that he can drink their blood and become more youthful.”

“What? Does that actually… work?” This wasn’t something we had ever learned about in class.

“It requires some lunar magic, but yeah, drinking the blood of someone who’s younger than you can help you maintain your youth,” Rhys replied with a nod.

“It can also make you stronger,” Colton added.

“Ew.” I felt sick to my stomach. It was as if we were in the real-life version of Hocus Pocus—except, I would have much rather taken my chances with the Sanderson sisters than I would have with Headmaster Black.

“Anyway, Headmaster Black has been killing these kids and burying their bodies in the Dead Woods. Well, he got an anonymous letter from someone letting him know that they were onto him and that if he doesn’t do what they say, they’ll expose all of his secrets. He wouldn’t tell Pauline, but I get the feeling that this person has a lot of shit on him—secrets that could completely destroy his career.”

“Because killing kids to drink their blood to become younger isn’t enough to destroy his career,” I said sarcastically.

“Anyway, Headmaster Black went out to the Dead Woods the other night, and he found out that whoever wrote these letters actually dug up the bodies of the kids he’d murdered. So, the threat is real and, in his mind, serious.” He paused.