Chapter 209

“What did I warn you on the way here, Pip girl?” He focused his glare on me. “We gave you a new life, and you try to throw it away?”

That wasn’t true at all. He and Sideburns had dragged me here, though I’d chosen to come with Shade, enticed by his friendship and promise in the

 end.

“But I didn’t throw it away,” I said. “I’m enjoying it. My friends and I

were enjoying grass-fed hamburgers mixed with freshly picked herbs from the restaurant’s organic garden and discussing why all Americans have big mouths, and then Blow Job—”

Going-gray put up a hand to stop me. “You cannot go around calling people names, especially those who are your betters! Viviane is a princess!” “But I confessed to you on the road that I don’t remember names well

unless I know them, so I rely on visual aids to help me know who’s who,” I protested. “Like you’re Prince Going-gray and the Alpha Heir is Sideburns. Surely, I mentioned all this, right?”

More gasps and a couple of coughs sounded from the back of the restaurant.

Going-gray stared daggers at me while he ran a big hand through his hair, as if he wanted to rearrange it to cover all the gray. He had more since I’d last seen him.

“Sir, can we be dismissed?” I asked with a cordial smile. “I don’t want to be late for my next class. One of the teachers gave me a yellow card already.”

“Wipe that stupid, smug smirk off your face,” he barked.

I dropped my grin. “You got it.”

“This isn’t over,” Viviane spat venomously. “I might have made a deal

with the Alpha Heir to ignore this rat girl, but I’d like to know why Prince Jared even took pity on this urchin. Regardless, unfortunate accidents happen all the time here.”

“Are you threatening my new companion?” Danielle demanded, her eyes on fire.

Viviane sneered. “You’ll know when it’s a threat.”

She stormed off, and her minions flashed me a death glare before running after their queen bee. I thought of making them fart all the way, but I’d be digging a deeper hole for myself.

“Congratulations, Pip girl,” Going-gray retorted, his muscled arms folding across his bulky chest. “You managed to make a powerful enemy who will make your life hell on day two.”

“Hell? Been there before.” I grinned wider at him. “Dealing with BJ? Cherry on top.”

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Battle class turned out to be an open session with a mix of first, second, and third years.

Over two hundred coeds gathered in the training hall. Students paired up to spar or wrestle upon cushioned mats, while five instructors led the class. The main coach wore a ball cap and held a whistle in his mouth. I grinned when I spied Shade amid the instructors. He wasted no time opening the floor and explaining the rules.

The entire clan of female shifters hung on his every word, and the male shifters looked on enviously, like they wanted to be him.