Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,7

insisted.

“And what’s she going to do about it without letting the truth drop in front of Vince? Trust me. I’ve got this. It’s all about playing the role. I decided this summer that it’s my goal to become a famous actress. Branden and I are going to Los Angeles next summer. He’s going to a filmmaking camp, and I’m going to an acting camp.”

“That’s awesome.” I said.

“It is. I’m really excited. But this will be my first real acting ‘job’.” Maddie made air quotes with her fingers. “I’ll give her the performance of my life.”

“Well, thank you.” It was relieving to know that someone would be watching out for Vince, even if it couldn’t be me.

“Don’t thank me. It’s just the right thing to do. I care about Vince, too, you know. He’s a really good friend.”

“He is.” And I was going to miss him like hell this year. Or, at least, until I figured out what to do about Iris.

“Branden’s having a party this Friday night, by the way. You know, to kick off the start of the school year,” Maddie informed me.

“It wouldn’t be the start of a school year without Branden throwing a party,” I replied with a laugh.

“Are you going to come? We’re throwing it the same place he held it last year.”

Last year, I had seen Milos for the first time ever in person at Branden Mitchell’s party. So much had happened since then, in just one year.

How did I know that Milos wouldn’t return this year, just because he could? I wouldn’t have put it past him.

“I don’t know, Maddie. The absolute last thing I want is to run into Iris,” I replied with a sigh.

“I promise I’ll kick her ass if she tries anything. Please?” Maddie shot me a pouty face. “It just wouldn’t be the same without you.”

I stared at her for a long moment before finally nodding. “Fine. I’ll be there. But if Iris tries anything, I don’t want you going near her. You can’t kick her ass’.”

“Fine.” Maddie rolled her dark brown eyes.

I hoped that she was hearing me and that she wouldn’t actually try anything.

When it came down to it, Iris was a lot more powerful than my best friend knew.

After lunch came Deadly Lunar Magic with Caroline Wickburn in the Crescents’ House. It was also the first time that Vince and I had been in a class alone together.

When I got to the classroom, I was sort of relieved to find that the seats had all filled up quickly. The only open desk was across the room from where Vince was sitting.

That couldn’t have worked out more perfectly. The further away I was from him, the less likely I would be to spill the beans on what had really happened between Iris and I this past summer.

As Caroline Wickburn arrived to the classroom, I was surprised to find that she looked completely rejuvenated. Her naturally fair skin was glowing, and she had cut her auburn hair into a short hairstyle and added blonde highlights, which made her light eyes pop.

She also looked happy, which seemed odd, considering Javier Rodriguez, the half-ancient werewolf, half-vampire who she had been dating last year was no longer teaching at Werewolf Academy this year. I wondered if they were still together or not. I wasn’t sure if Caroline Wickburn knew it, but Javier and I were blood mates. Our blood mate bond had formed after he had compelled me to kiss him.

A blood mate was someone who a vampire was connected to for life. Meaning, Javier had to drink my blood every month for the rest of his life in order to live.

The only way to get out of the blood mate bond was if one of two things happened:

1). He wasn’t able to drink my blood at least once a month, which would cause not just him but both of us to die.

2). We killed him some other way, which would allow me to continue living.

Aiden felt that killing Javier should have been at the top of our to-do list. Even though I knew we did need to get rid of him at some point, I believed there were far more important things for us to do right now than kill him. The list of werewolves we needed to kill was quickly growing, to say the least.

So, since my life completely relied on Javier’s ability to drink my blood, I still put out my blood for him to collect once a month.