Claire adjusted the nose guard in the passenger mirror of Xander’s car one last time before they pulled into the school parking lot. The swelling had gone down considerably overnight, but the bruise underneath was still a mottled purple and yellow. She looked a little ridiculous, but at least the pain was manageable now.
“You don’t have to wear that if it bothers you,” Xander said gently, parking in their usual spot. His hand found hers immediately.
“I’d rather not scare small children with my raccoon eyes,” Claire replied with a small smile. “It’s fine. Really.”
Alissa bounded over the moment they stepped out, looping her arm through Claire’s. “Looking fierce, future Luna. That bruise makes you look like a warrior.”
The rest of the pack fell into step around them as they walked toward
