Page 35 of Underworld
“Yeah, that’s nice.” I grumbled as I resumed wandering. Olivia had given me directions, butturn left at the black buildinghadn’t been the best landmark she could have chosen.
Or maybe she assumed I could ask for directions. Or, the most obvious solution would be to follow my connection to Logan.
I didn’t want to prod at the Virtue bonds right now, not while things were calming down. Which left asking for directions.
I opened my mouth to try again, which resulted in a students scattering.
Seriously, what gives? Supernaturals aren’t supposed to be the skittish type, but given what everyone knew of me, I didn’t blame them.
I was the girl who’d come back from the dead and who was hunted by Lucifer himself, if the black wings weren’t indicator enough.
I wouldn’t want to get anywhere nearmeeither.
It would be nice if there another angel-type being around here.Werethere other angels my age? It didn’t seem right that I’d be the only one, although I doubted any of them would have my complicated parentage.
Fallenangel, I corrected myself. With one of my mothers being the Queen of Hell and me the Princess, I wasn’t exactly somebody who’d be walking through the pearly gates.
I shoved my fingers into the minuscule pockets of my tight skirt, stopping when I felt something underneath my fingertips.
I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and unwrapped it.
A map?
This chicken scratch must have been Yuri’s doing, because the edges were dotted with little hearts. The campus workings were useful, though. Three concentric circles, one inside the other, swirled with the edges meeting at the east while spanning out wide from each other to the west.
I couldn’t really read the building labels, but I could make out her sketches. I assumed the fuzzy wolf was where I was supposed to go.
It felt like I was walking in circles, but I kept consulting the map and made my way toward the wolf icon.
A twinge of my Virtue bond came to life, encouraging me that I was on the right track.
I’ll see you soon, Logan.
A building leaned up against the safety of the barrier, right up to the perimeter to the rest of Hell. A fitting place to keep the shifters, I decided.
A massive statue of a wolf greeted me at the doorway, confirming I’d succeeded in finding my first class.
“Here goes nothing.”
Taking a step inside, I found myself almost completely wrapped in darkness. A silvery light filtered down from what looked to be a regular night sky—moonlight.
But that couldn’t be right.
It wasmorning.
Even as I thought it, my senses recognized the prickle of magic in the air’s undercurrents.
If this wasn’t real, then, what I was seeing?
Off in the distance a lonely, soulful sound of a wolf lifting its voice in song made my feathers prickle. Seconds later, others answered.
A snarl came next, and it wasmuchcloser to send a tingle of warning down my spine.
Another shift in the air currents put me on alert. Before I could react, a hard hand grabbed my arm. It was too late to break away, but I jerked a hand up, ready to punch at my attacker—
“Logan!” I shouted when I realized who I was about to punch in the face.
He looked at my raised fist, then at me, one brow lifted arrogantly.
