MILLICENT
Goodness, I was late!
Of course I was late. Because why not show up to your first school camping trip looking like a hot mess dragging a suitcase with one wheel half-broken and the other squeaking like a dying rat?
They were all gathered outside the bus already, everyone lined up and listening to a speech from one of the professors. I could barely hear him over the thumping of my heart and the thudding of my boots on the gravel as I speed walked toward them, trying to act like I wasn’t completely breathless.
Professor Edden, a tall grumpy old werewolf, built like a scarecrow in a windstorm paused mid-sentence, turning to look at me. His silver brows knotted as he addressed me.
“Miss Sawyer,” he said, voice dry like burnt toast. “Care to explain your tardiness?” Before I coul
