“I’m not here to talk to you about the pack.”
“How relieving.”
He’d probably change his mind about that in a minute.
“The murder.”
Julian immediately raised both hands.
“Oh no, Ems,” he began in frustration. “I’m not going to spill any details now.” Frustration spread through me. “Simply because I don’t know any.” Why didn’t I want to believe him? “Talk to my father if you’re so sensationalistic.” I raised my eyebrows. “It’s enough that the entire campus seems to be talking about it.”
In fact, snippets of conversation had been reaching my ears since this morning, with people spreading rumors of a cold-blooded Blairville Killer or predator attacks.
Normally, I would have laughed at the rumor mill on this campus, but this time it was no joke. If only these people knew that the danger that was probably behind this was walking around this campus in ridiculous black suits.
“Damn it...” I pressed out. “Julian, can’t you see it? That was definitely the DeLoughreys.”
I was the first to say it. Neither Father nor anyone else in the pack had said anything yet, even though everyone else on campus was talking about the incident. Father had already called a meeting with his Delta and Beta men.
“And even if it was the DeLoughreys, it’s none of my business.”
“You’re stubborn!” I snapped.
How could he be so ignorant?
I scrutinized his features, then his jawline.
Damn, he had changed so much. The soft Julian from back then had become a young, athletic man.
I looked up at Julian, slightly caught off guard, but he didn’t seem to have noticed my staring.
“Hello, Julian,” an all too familiar voice chirped. “Surely, you’re ready for an interview?”
Without hesitation, I wheeled around to Jenny Bexley, suppressing the urge to snatch the pill out of her hand and throw it across campus.
“No, he’s not.”
Jenny wanted to protest, but I pulled Julian after me, away from the parking lot and toward one of the unoccupied oak trees.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Always happy to help.”
I couldn’t smell Jenny. Literally. That girl reeked of drugstore and jumped at Julian and Nash every time she thought the two of them could provide good interview material.
“What else, Ems?”
The memory of last night brought it all back. First and foremost, the pain.
It had been a full moon, which meant that unless you were Julian Bardot and swallowed some kind of herbs, you were forced to leave your human form as a Senseque. The irony was that Julian had gotten these herbs from my uncle.
“I had this dream...” I began.
Julian raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, I scrutinized him again.
“A dream?”
“Yes, I was in a temple. It must have been a temple because there were a lot of hooded people gathered in a circle around me.”
I remembered wandering through the forest with the guys and, a second later, being surrounded by ornate marble pillars.
I was about to continue when Julian looked around as if someone might be listening and then pulled me by the arm behind him toward a path that led to one of the university’s many porticoes. Further away from Nash.
I looked at Julian, who had his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. He looked tense.
“I had a dream, too,” he said quietly as we both walked on, past gawking girls.
No matter which guy I was with, there was always one of these female students gawking as if her lunch snack was walking next to me.
“And something tells me we had the same dream.”
Julian’s words brought me back to the present. I paused abruptly.
“I don’t know Ems, but I saw them too. Those women with hoods, and a temple. But then there was one of them right in front of me, dagger raised. And I know her.” He lowered his voice even further. “It was the mayor. Amara Blair.”
My eyes widened, and my gut told me there was more to it. Because I had seen the Circle leader, too.
“Did you also wake up because you felt a pain in your back?” I asked.
