AIKO
Fitting in with werewolf girls is surprisingly similar to navigating royal courts, except with more denim and fewer death threats. Usually.
"So then he says, 'I wasn't ghosting you, my phone died for three days straight!'" Kaya rolled her eyes so hard I worried they might detach and roll across our picnic blanket. "As if portable chargers haven't been invented."
"Men are spectacular architects of terrible excuses," I observed, carefully balancing a strawberry between my fingers. "In the Blood Realm, lying to royalty meant having your tongue removed, so courtiers developed elaborate non-verbal communication systems for their deceptions."
Four sets of eyes blinked at me.
"Too dark?" I asked.
"Just a smidge," Nikita said, but her smile was kind. "Though I might suggest the tongue-r
