Bk 4, Ch 9: Rose

“Why do you insist on sitting next to me when you hate me, and I hate you?” I asked the asshole when he sat next to me in our Werewolf Studies class.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t put your romantic mates and shit into your papers,” Matty said, and he reached over to grab my notes.

I grabbed his wrist. “Touch my stuff, and I will break your hand again,” I said through gritted teeth. 

“Fine,” he backed off, and proceeded to slink down into his seat to fall asleep. 

“Today, we’re going to discuss the Saga of the Volsungs,” the professor started. “Is anybody willing to give the class a summary?”

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