“The reason he’s seeing Pauline is to try to figure out who is sending these letters. Who knows his secrets? It’s all very intriguing, but it’s all very, very twisted. So, I guess you were right all along,” Aiden said, glancing over at Theo. “We definitely can’t trust Headmaster Black.”
“I’m actually a little bit nervous about Raven now,” Theo murmured.
“Why are you nervous about me?” I glanced over at him, sort of confused.
“Think about it, Raven. If Headmaster Black was going to drink blood from any werewolf in an attempt at becoming more youthful, who do you think he’s going to want to drink from? A Marked? Probably not. A Lupine? I mean, maybe, but a Descendant is obviously the most preferrable option. But what if you can have a Descendant that’s superior to all of the other Descendants?”
“I’m part Crescent, too,” I reminded him. Everyone always seemed to forget about my second House, the House that meant I wasn’t a good wolf. It was something that still confused the hell out of me, but there was no changing the fact that I had been sorted into both Houses at Werewolf Academy.
“The Crescent part is pretty insignificant here. My point is: what if you can drink the blood of the first biological-born werewolf, the first werewolf to have ever existed? Wouldn’t you choose that?”
“Actually, I’m not sure. I mean, listen to what you just said. That doesn’t even make sense. Why would he drink my blood to become more youthful when I’m obviously significantly older than he is?” I pointed out.
“You’re also significantly more powerful than he is. Drinking your blood could help him acquire powers that he could only dream of,” Theo explained. “Knowing that this is what he does just makes me nervous. I don’t want you to spend any time around him.”
“Well, I really don’t think you have anything to worry about, because I don’t spend any time around him. I avoid Headmaster Black like the plague.”
“Good.”
“Besides, I don’t think Headmaster Black is going to try anything when he knows that we’re pretty much her guards,” Colton added. “He’d have to get through us to get to her, and he knows that.”
“Yeah, he knows that any of us would die to protect Raven,” Rhys added.
“Yeah, good point.” Theo looked slightly relieved by the idea, but I could tell that it wasn’t enough. The idea of Headmaster Black drinking my blood still made him really nervous.
He wasn’t the only one. I wanted to stay the hell away from Headmaster Black like never before.
“I’m never going to be able to look at him the same way again,” Aiden said with a shudder.
“I can’t say it surprises me. I’ve long thought that Headmaster Black couldn’t be trusted,” Theo replied.
“Anyway, I need to tell you guys about my meeting with Eric tonight,” I told them. “I learned some things. Milos had Iris enroll in Werewolf Academy to keep an eye on me.”
“Well, I could have told you that,” Rhys said.
“I know that’s not exactly groundbreaking news, but there are some other things I learned, too. For starters, the reason Eric came to the Academy himself was to keep an eye on me and protect me from Iris. There really is an aunt in Savannah.” I noticed that my mates didn’t seem overly impressed with my breaking news yet. That was why I was saving the craziest thing I had learned for last. “And there was the biggest thing I learned, the thing that will shock you the most.”
“What is it?” Colton looked intrigued.
“Milos Santorini didn’t kill my parents.”
“Like hell he didn’t,” Theo argued.
“Eric says both Milos and Iris were with him the night my parents were killed,” I explained. “I highly doubt he would lie about being her alibi if he wasn’t really there.”
“Unless he’s trying to protect her,” Theo insisted.
I shook my head. “No. There’s no way. Iris and Eric have never had a good relationship. He even called her a monster tonight. She knows how she is. I’m positive that there’s no way he would try to protect her.”
“So, if Milos didn’t kill your parents, then who did?” Aiden asked.
“That’s what I want to figure out.” Of course, I had no idea where to even begin.
At that moment, our conversation was interrupted by a knock at the front door.
“Who the hell could that be?” Aiden asked, glancing down at the time on his cell phone. “It’s almost one a.m. on a school night.”
I wasn’t sure, but of course, the