I couldn’t help but feel grateful to Lena for all the things she once told us about werewolves. Back in our college days, some of my friends started dating guys with beastly instincts, and the brunette would often share useful tips and warnings. One of the most valuable pieces of advice? How to knock out a werewolf without breaking a sweat.
I remembered that self-defense lesson all too well when Bastian cornered me in the hallway.
I didn’t know exactly what he wanted from me—or how far he was planning to go to “get back” at me for the mop incident—but the hunger in his eyes as they lingered on my neckline and the predatory smirk on his face gave me a pretty good idea.
I wasn’t about to wait and find out just how far he was willing to go. I acted fast, applying pressure to two specific p
