“Larissa!” Bay said and kicked her in the shin.
“Ouch! Girl, what are you doing?”
“Don't always be so direct!” Bayla warned her with a serious look before turning to me.
“I have an idea, Julie,” she said, and I looked up, hoping it wouldn't get any worse.
Chapter 56
Emely
I didn't think the Quatura would affect my first semester at university so much, and it annoyed me. No matter where I was, they were around. And if they weren't, they were in my head.
Last night, I had had these strange visions of Bayla Adams again. Just a few minutes ago, I had talked to Julian about it and found out that she'd been in the territory of the fucking DeLoughreys, and that, with her crazy human friend.
So, either this witch was tired of living or someone just needed to fill her in on everything.
Besides, it just got on my nerves that she was still haunting my mind without me asking her to. And now I was supposed to deal with it, or what? If this was Julian's ultimate solution, then I would soon break our agreement and deal with Bayla.
I was on my way to the accommodation.
This morning I'd overslept and forgotten breakfast, which forced me to go to those pathetic Quatura and make myself something to eat, because I couldn't make it home until the next law lecture started.
An angry Grace had crossed my path, which meant I had one problem less.
I walked down the wooden footbridge to the modern accommodation my father had finished building last year. It had style, but it had been an expensive investment, especially because it was only for students. There were twenty of these groups of flats scattered around the campus. It was one of Father's many housing projects in Blairville, as he had originally studied architecture before becoming the city's chief doctor. Just as his father had demanded of him.
I shouldn't question this investment in housing any further. Father knew what he was doing. Unfortunately, when it came to the university, he had left Alarik in charge.
My uncle had been acting weird lately, constantly missing pack meetings, disappearing when father needed him, and ordering Nash around more and more.
Not that my stubborn brother didn't deserve it, but Alarik defended Julian over and over again.
Secretly, I thought it was a good thing, because maybe it made Julian more open with the pack, but it also caused more tension between all the members of the pack.
Hunter and Harry's father, Maverick, had questioned Alarik's role at the university and as father's closest advisor last week, which had caused further unrest within the pack. He'd said there were rumors of contact between Quatura and Senseque at Vanderwood. But we couldn't just banish the witches, because there was still the treaty.
What had the founding families been thinking when they had these contracts drawn up two centuries ago? That we would all go to the same university together without confrontation? Ridiculous.
I opened the door of the big house and immediately entered the living area, where everything seemed to be quiet.
Satisfied that no one was going to get on my nerves, I hurried to the kitchen.
My stomach craved meat, so I opened the fridge and sighed when I saw its contents: lettuce, potatoes, tomatoes, tons of fruit, butter, and cheese.
Then I spotted the package of ham. I grabbed it with a sigh and closed the fridge again, only to pull myself up onto the large white marble kitchen countertop.
As I opened the package, the delicious smell of juicy meat hit me, even if it was nothing compared to a fresh deer from the forest.
God, this hunger was driving me crazy.
I took out a slice and was about to eat it when I heard a rustling noise from the garbage can.
I immediately looked toward the source of the noise and saw a small puppy with thick golden fur digging in the trash.
“What the hell?”
The dog looked up and tilted his head. Then his long, fluffy tail started to move from side to side. He let go of the garbage can and came trotting straight toward me.
“Where on earth did that dog come from?” I cursed quietly, remembering that I had been sleeping at home for the last few days.
But who could have guessed that the witches had overgrown the house with animals during that time?
The puppy stopped in front of the kitchen counter, sat on its hindquarters and looked up at me.
“What do you want?” I asked, annoyed.
The little puppy tilted his head and gave an “Ow?”
I looked at the piece of ham in my hand.
“How about no,” I replied and popped the piece of meat into my mouth.
The dog started squeaking and running back and forth as if there was a staircase leading up to me on the kitchen counter that he just had to find.
When he realized that this was not the case, he came back to my side to stand on both hind paws to paw up the wall with his front paws, of course without success. However, this caused a slight scratching noise, which made me sit up and take notice.
“Not good,” I said and pushed his paws away with my free hand, which he immediately licked off.
