EIRA’S POV
It was a rainy Friday afternoon and the entire air was chilly. It was three weeks after the arcade incident and the talks about it had begun to die down. Aldric and I had just finished classes for the day, and we were walking down the almost deserted school hallways while arguing about whether werewolves could sense earthquakes.
I rolled my eyes. “That is just ridiculous. Of course, werewolves can’t sense earthquakes. Are they a shaman or something?”
Aldric shook his head. “I am very positive that they can,” he countered. “My uncle used to say he could feel the ground shake hours before an earthquake hit—"
Aldric’s phone began to buzz in his pocket. He fished it out, groaning as he stared at the name blinking on the screen.
“Give me a few minutes. If this is who I think it
