I gape after him as Dibella pops out of nowhere, positioning my plate of pastries on the counter and handing me my tea.
“Thank you,” I mutter, watching the boy stalk to the closest table and snatch up a pile of books. I settle my focus on Dibella, who is already taking a bite out of a muffin. “What should I start working on?”
She waves a hand at me. “Do not worry about that now.”
I sigh miserably into my tea, not missing the dirty looks shot in my direction yet again. This is going to be a long day. And believe me, it was.
Things return to normal as much as they can at a school for wolves the next day. Well, except for Ariah and me. We have been wide awake all night, our nerves on edge. Every creak and rustle has us jumping. By 2 AM, we surrendered to insomnia and played cards until da
