WILLOW
“What the hell is going on here?” A deep rumble cuts through the tension in the air. Violet eyes flick from mine to Aiden’s and then back to Theo, who’s still writhing on the ground. “Who are you people?”
“Hey. Relax,” Aiden steps in front of me, using his body as a shield. “This is just a misunderstanding. He’s my brother.” He points at Theo. “We’re hockey players from the neighborhing campus.”
At the sound of that, the man, who we deduce to be a witch, drops his hands. Theo stops writhing. He groans, dragging his weight into his knees.
“I’m Kai,” he says, sounding apologetic. “Sorry about the magic. I’ve been having nasty run ins with rogues for several weeks now. It’s why I set up wards to alert me about werewolf danger.”
“Did you just say rogues?” I ask, unable to help my
