(Drew’s POV)
Being trapped in a car with a love sick werewolf who is worried about his mate for over twelve hours was not my idea of fun at all. Hunter switched between sat in tense brooding silence to angry ranting and back again.
“I thought we were going to Cornwall” Hunter snapped at me
I gave him a sideways glance “We are” I replied,
“Then you are going in the wrong f**king direction”
“Buddy trust me on this, I know what I am doing” he was right though, we were heading away from our final destination but it was necessary.
Heathwood Academy was one of the most coveted and prestigious magic schools for witches and also happened to be on top of a particularly potent gateway to the hell dimensions. All that considered it was heavily magically guarded. One of those guards was an
