Two weeks later…
I slammed the door to the car that dropped me back on campus. I heaved a sighed and let the driver walk past me to grab my bags. To my right, a large wolf in a jet-black suit got out of the front seat of the car. We made eye contact, and he gave me a curt nod. I looked back forward and heaved a heavy sigh.
This was my life now.
After my attempted kidnapping, I’d been sent back to the castle for the winter solstice. For two weeks, I barely saw anyone other than my maids and the wolf who’d rode back to school with me. He was my new bodyguard, assigned to me by mother after the vampire’s attempt to kidnap me.
His name was Bubba, and he was a gruff ex-warrior from a pack in the Northeast of the United States. He reminded me of what Hollywood thought a Marine was. He barel
