That night, I slathered my skin with a thick coat of aloe vera and slept with a fire extinguisher next to my bed. I might have been promised a seven-day cease-fire at lunch, but the psychics would have to forgive me if I was hesitant to take the word of a bunch of superpowered psychopaths who got their jollies from torturing teenage werewolves.
I think you’ll find us reasonable, Selena had said.
“Yeah, right,” I muttered, turning over in bed. Despite the risks, I needed to get some rest. A sleep-deprived alpha was nobody’s friend.
Closing my eyes, I let my alpha-sense take over, reached out through the bond, and found the others. I let their thoughts and senses flood my own.
Alex. Lily. Katie. Mitch.
Macbeth, Maddy, River, and Ink.
The peripherals at the very edge of our territory. T
