Aiden's mouth twitched in frustration, and his thoughts spun far from Zane's forceful kiss. His mind wandered, almost desperate to escape the weight of what had just happened.
Instead of dwelling on Zane, his memory leapt back to his wolf class teacher, Mr. John, and the way the man seemed to brim with open disdain whenever the subject of witches came up.
Then there was Rainbow, this sharp-tongue bird. Rainbow had just called wolves barbarians without a second thought. And what bothered Aiden even more was how natural it had sounded rolling off the bird's tongue.
He could not help but wonder if witches and wolves were destined to be enemies, if maybe this hostility stretched back so far that it was stitched into their very blood.
