Josie
"Misha is so infuriating!" I complain to my best friend, Tarryn. She is a warrior werewolf in the same pack. Short but capable. She is also attractive but would doesn't see that herself. "First, he serves me breakfast in bed, and then he warns me not to be in the tournament because he is certain he will win it!"
Tarryn laughs and brushes a strand of dark hair behind her ear. We are sitting inside a hamburger restaurant. I should have eaten dinner, but we only ordered milkshakes and fries. I will lie about that to my mom later, though.
"I think it was nice of him to warn you," Tarryn says. "If Misha has magic abilities, it might be wise not to challenge him."
I shoot her a glare. "You're supposed to be on my side. Besides, if Misha wins by using magic, I'm not sure if the other w
