Chapter 8: Malaki Crescent

Eight

Malaki Crescent

The thing that really fucking pissed me off was that James Kentwood didn’t even recognize me. My family practically owned the school, and a lot of upstate New York, and this politician’s son didn’t have a clue who I am. Either that, or the bastard was a really good liar. Maybe both. James Kentwood had promised my sister that he was going to run away with her, and then he’d exposed werewolves to the world. And then…. then his sister had been banished from the pack by his father, and he and his siblings weren’t allowed to even speak her name if his parents were there. I did the opening day spiel for the class, my gaze carefully on Iris the whole time.