Raven POV — words, sassy
One more day. Just one more day, and I can go back to school, where I can get my hands on those scent blockers from Rosy. You know, the ones that will hide my omega scent and hopefully keep anyone from sniffing around and discovering more than they should. Seriously, the last thing I need is some wolf deciding my scent is the new perfume of the month and then asking all the wrong questions. Especially now, with my little "Tyler situation" going haywire, and with Lucian's creepy eyes always on me. It's not like I wanted to keep this part of me under wraps, but considering how everyone else was acting, it seemed like the safest bet.
When we finally got back to our room, I didn't even have the energy to properly throw myself onto the bed. Honestly, I was so over everything. But Alex—bless her chaotic soul—she had to ask about what happened with Tyler.
"Raven," she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "what did Tyler say to you in the closet?"
