Chapter 205

The day was looking brighter. I never needed to worry about going

hungry as long as I stayed with these girls.

I followed them into a fancy building of steel and glass on the north side

of the courtyard. The second floor was an upscale restaurant. I was glad that I didn’t need to worry about the dress code since everyone was wearing a school uniform.

The hostess led us toward a table next to a window. The four of us gathered around it, and I admired the pristine white tablecloth, fancy utensils, and the napkin folded like a swan.

“We come here often for their signature grass-fed hamburger,” Danielle explained. “And the salad and herbs are picked fresh from their organic garden.”

“Sounds awesome.” Like that made any difference to me.

I grinned nevertheless and peeked out the window, the statue of the Wolf God staring back at me from the center of the courtyard.

“So you know Prince Shade well?” Paris fished.

I’d told her about Shade already, but the girls just liked to gossip about him.

“He’s better than his brother in every way,” I said.

 “Try not to talk bad about the Alpha Heir,” Danielle hushed me. “His girlfriend has already targeted you. Don’t get on his shit list too.”

I shrugged and sighed. “I’m already on his shit list.”

Thinking and talking about Sideburns made me lose my appetite.

“Just be careful, Pip,” Summer warned. She was the most cautious one

among us. “You’re new to our world. Shifter society operates under a strict hierarchy. Right now, you’re under our princess’s protection, so they can’t attack you directly in the open unless you offend someone who outranks Princess Danielle.”

“Fine, I’ll cower,” I said.

The girls’ conversation soon circled back to Shade. He might be interesting, but I was more into learning about the clash between the vampires and shifters, especially a very specific vampire. But it seemed no one knew much about him, as if he was just a legend made from nightmares.

I also needed to gather more intel on the mages and find out about my hunters.

The waiter soon brought a big tray of drinks, and four plates with huge hamburgers and heaps of French fries on the side.

I stared at my food in glee. “It’s big.”

The hamburger was four inches high. I grabbed it with both hands, opened my mouth to take a bite, but only tore a small chunk at the corner with the sauce smearing across my cheek.

Danielle laughed, and the girls joined her.

“Let me show you how to eat an American hamburger properly,” Danielle said and opened her mouth.

Oh my gods. I blinked. She neatly bit off a quarter of the hamburger. Paris and Summer followed suit. I was impressed, and then I was a bit intimidated.

I opened my mouth again, but it couldn’t reach even two inches wide, and then I just shut it.

The girls giggled.

“Do you know why Americans have big mouths?” Danielle asked, trying to educate me.