I don’t know who this guy is or what he’s like. For all I know, he could be a total jerk. He might just be really harsh the way Flynn’s dad seems to be. I haven’t seen the alpha since yesterday, and as far as I’m concerned, I don’t ever need to see him again.
“What does that mean?”
“I’m, um, I’m staying with Flynn.” I blurt out.
“Ah,” the man’s gaze softens. “So you’re lovers.”
Holy dragons. Is everyone here so damn blunt? I would never call someone out for having a boyfriend or even a hook-up partner. No way. That’s not my style at all, but here, it just seems to be the absolute norm.
I’m saved from having to answer the man because the door to the study room pushes open and a group of students come in. They look me up and down curiously, but they don’t say anything. Instead, they nod to the man I’m talking with and take their places at the table.
“I’m afraid study hall is in session,” he tells me. “Go ahead and take your seat. There’s no talking during this time, but you’re free to study anything you like. Grab a book from one of the shelves if you need additional inspiration.”
Then he returns to his armchair and picks up his book. I think he’s going to look at it and start reading again, but instead, I feel him watching me, and I don’t know why.
Why is he watching me?
I’m not anyone special.
I’m nobody.
I’m just...me.
Chapter Twelve
Flynn
So far, no one seems to know why anyone has been kidnapped. I’ve reached out to other packs and clans in the area, but no one is talking. Nobody has any missing wolves, at least that they’re willing to admit, so I have to assume that it’s just us who are being targeted.
“I just don’t know what the link is,” my father says. After nearly a week of talking with Heather about her mate dreams and her visions, we still aren’t any closer to finding out who took the wolves. After talking with her and my father, as well as Maxwell, we?
??ve managed to learn that each of the affected wolves has, in some form or another, shown up in her dreams.
In fact, Lily is the one who points out that each of those wolves has something unique about them that also showed up in Heather’s books.
“She’s talked about everyone distinctive in the clan,” my dad points out. He shoves one of her books to the side of his desk, frustrated. “Even I’m in there. Even Maxwell’s in there, and you, I’m sure.”
“Am I the handsome billionaire shifter or the rugged cowboy shifter?” I ask with a laugh.
“Not funny.”
“I know it’s not funny, dad, but damn, we’ve been at this for a week. We don’t know anything more than we did before.”
“She does, though.”
“She knows more?”
“The school has been good for her. She’s learned a lot. Would you believe that Tanya Barker actually told me that Heather is now one of her best students?”
“Really? But Tanya hates everyone.”
“Not Heather. Apparently, Heather actually offered to tutor some of the other kids in writing after they got their last papers back. She said she wasn’t working right now, so she had plenty of free time. She’s been using her study hall hour to help the other students get their papers up to par.”
My father looks at me and smiles for the first time in awhile.
“I didn’t think I’d like her one bit,” he says to me.
“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.”