I poke a fry, listening to my friends bickering back and forth. Despite feeling well-rested after crashing on Celeste’s comfy sofa for the night after we came back from the hospital and the whole morning, I’m not in the mood to find myself in an argument with anyone.
Not that I’m in the position to debate, as I have no clue about how the vampire race does things or goes about to begin with. And, I seem to be out of the loop of how things function in the werewolf world as it is. I still have so much to learn.
“Well, I do believe that theory, too,” Nate snips. “I think someone in this school is letting in vampires.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Celeste picks up a fry, dipping it in mayonnaise. This rewards her with a disgusted look from Nate. “Why would any werewolf allow a vampire into the schoo
