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Four Years Before the Events of Wolfish: Moonborne…A pair of deep emerald eyes bored into me. I cursed myself for choosing a seat in the second row. As warmth spread over my cheeks, I tore my gaze from the ridiculously good-looking guy glaring down at me. If I hadn’t been late for the new student initiation assembly, I wouldn’t have been stuck front and center under the heavy gaze of the most powerful supernaturals in all of Azar. I squirmed in the stately wooden chair, fidgeting with the crisp oxford blouse and crossed my legs. The uniform plaid skirt rose, showcasing half of my thighs and the warlock next to me sucked in a sharp breath.
I skewered him with a sidelong glance and turned my attention back to the stage. Mistake. Big mistake. Those piercing green eyes found mine once ag
