Chapter 7

I watched as Wesley said something to James as they both got up, leaving Andrew with me as almost half of the packing table got up behind their Alpha. My eyes followed them out of the cafeteria before turning to Andrew, who was smiling sheepishly.

"Where'd they go?" He shrugged in reply, leaving me with no other choice but to escape. I knew Wesley probably left Andrew here to protect me, but I always fought against the Rogues, even if Wesley's pack didn't know it. I'd either fight in wolf form and leave before the final battle was over, or I would use what magic I could control and fight them that way. I heard the thunderclap above me, meaning I had to get home. Storms make my magic go haywire, as the weather usually affects my mood. Too much sun makes me cranky, the rain and wind are my blessing.