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After lunch she met Damien in class, hoping he had better news for her than Asher had. That jerkoff of a wolf’s attitude had left a sour taste in her mouth.
“Ready for tonight?” she asked, sliding into her chair.
Damien smiled as usual, but something was missing. “‘Ready’ is not the word.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I’m not a coven elder or even a leader, so no one really listens to me when I ask for things.”
“So that means...” All the air left her chest. This plan had been doomed to fail from the start, and now both Ash and Damien were confirming the futility. Why bother, right?
“Don’t look so sad... We’re not dead in the water yet.”
“Yet... Ash doesn’t care. He won’t be there. And now you...”
“Wait, Ash backed out? Why?”
“Blames his father’s grumpiness on me.”
“That’s a lie.”
“And how do you know?”
“A little lone wolf wouldn’t cause so much trouble. Something else has to be going on.”
“Whatever it is, Ash wouldn’t say. He wanted us to postpone.”
“Maybe he’s right.”
“Now you’re on his side too? What the hell!”
“No... just being cautious, that’s all. If something is bothering the Alpha, I mean seriously bothering him, then it might be best to wait for cooler heads.”
“Other than the missing cousin, I don’t know what else could be going on, but I’ll bet the old loner in the desert is responsible for that death.”
“Look, I’m not saying no. I’m saying proceed with caution.”
“And you? Can you guarantee the witches will be there?”
“I want to say yes. I’m like seventy-five percent sure I can make something happen.”
Those were crap odds given the importance of the situation.
“But...”
“But this whole evening could blow up on us.” Giselle put her head down a little too hard and banged the desk.
Damien cringed as if waiting to be struck. “Yeah.”
Giselle let out an exasperated sigh. “Wonderful. Just wonderful.”
Mrs. Freeman called the class to order and instructed them to take out their books.
“Text me before you head out, okay?” Damien said.
“If I even bother.” Everything was telling her to abandon this futile plan. If things were truly meant to work out, life wouldn’t be throwing so many curve balls at her. Giselle spent the rest of class wondering if she shouldn’t just give up. Spend the next two years living with the Hernandez pack and when she was of age, taking off on her own. Gavin had even said being part of a pack was something you felt deep inside. It felt like home. She just couldn’t call a warzone her home, no matter how much she liked the combatants.