SELENE
NEXT DAY
Venn came for me during breakfast. I was sitting alone in the cafeteria picking at eggs I had no appetite for when he appeared. He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down like we were old friends. "Selene Vale," he said. It was not a question.
"Yes," I said.
"I am Marcus Venn," he said. "I work for the regional pack council. I am here investigating some unusual activity that happened on campus two nights ago."
He was watching me carefully but I kept my face blank. "Okay," I said.
"Two nights ago there was a binding ritual performed somewhere on the academy grounds," he continued. "Do you know anything about that?"
"No," I said.
"You do not know anything about it?" he asked. He leaned back in his chair like he was settling in for a long conversation. "No,"
