Page 59 of Savage Sacrifice
“I’m out,” I grunt, turning for the door.
I’ve enjoyed my fair share of wolf parties, but tonight isn’t the night. Wrapping my hand around the door handle, I’m ready to leave when Tatum calls my name. I glance over my shoulder to see him staring at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes. It’s the kind of look I would expect from Wylder, not him, but when he speaks a moment later, it all makes sense.
“You can be the one to go and get Polaris.”
My next breath rushes out of me as I stand frozen, all but gaping at him as a grin spreads across his face.
“What did you say?”
Before he can speak, Wylder steps between us, wiggling his eyebrows as he nods. “She’s coming, obviously.”
I consider dropping onto the sofa to my left. I need a minute to bury my head in my hands to catch up on their insanity, but unfortunately, there’s no time for that.
“That goes completely against what you just said about acting as normal as possible,” I say with a frown, and Lincoln shrugs, not lifting his head from the stack of papers on his desk.
“It’s not on-site.”
I blink at him. Does he actually think that’s enough?
“You do realize she’s got the most memorable silver hair and?—”
“For now,” Wylder interjects, garnering my attention, and I turn to him with an even deeper frown.
“For now?” I repeat, and he shrugs. My hands ball into fists at my sides, ready to beat the hell out of these fools, until Tatum offers a little more explanation.
“Bryony is going to help her dye it.”
“With magic?” I clarify, making him cock a brow in question, but I need to be sure I’m actually hearing this right.
“Yeah,” Wylder says with a nod, and I scrub a hand down my face.
“Like she’s done before?”
“Yes,” he repeats, brows furrowing at me like I’m the insane one.
Clearing my throat, I crack my neck from side to side. “Has anyone considered the fact that she can’t use her own magic to do it, and it might leave her in a dark headspace?”
Four sets of wide eyes turn my way, horror glistening in each pair.
“Fuck,” Wylder grunts, and I shake my head.
“It’s a good thing I’m the one going,” I state. The idea might be insane, but I’m more than willing to spend some alone time with her if it means I don’t have to take any credit for it. I’m more than happy to take the opportunity to see my devoted.
“I appreciate it,” Lincoln hollers as I turn for the door again, and I scoff.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“You don’t have to be so dramaticallthe time,” he retorts, and I glance back to glare at him.
“And you don’t have to be so… you.”
Irritated at my poor response, I leave before I get any more worked up. Once I’m outside, I take a few deep breaths of the crisp air, hoping to calm the emotion building inside of me, but it only works to a certain degree.
I understand why the wolf party is important to them, especially Lincoln. He hasn’t been able to figure out if his wolf is still there, and nothing draws a wolf to the surface quite like a moon party. Especially a blood moon. That’s what I’m assuming it is, anyway. It’s the only time I’m aware of that they go through the trouble of planning the party off campus.
Glancing down at my clothes, I quickly decide that an alternative outfit is going to be better suited for a party. Worn combat pants and a t-shirt so old the neck is loose don’t quite give party vibes. Turning toward the vampire dorms, I hurry back to my room to change.
It’s quiet as I head upstairs, but even quieter when I step into my room. Without Ben’s presence, it’s almost… depressing in here. Shaking my head, I try to see past it and focus on the task at hand. I opt for a pair of dark denim jeans and a fitted black button down. Rolling the sleeves up to my elbows, I choose a pair of white sneakers before eagerly heading for the door.
