Chelsea was still sick with the chicken-pox. That meant Luna was alone. And it wasn’t fun, either.
She walked into her first class, Science. As she started arranging her equipment, the teacher rung her little bell.
“I have an announcement to make!” Ms. Roth called out.
The students sat.
“I’m introducing a new transfer student today,” Ms. Roth announced.
Another transfer student? This gig is gettin’ old, Luna thought, sighing.
“I’d like you guys to all meet Abaddon Chekkov,” Ms. Roth tried not to stumble over the awkward syllables in the young man’s name. He walked into the class. The girls all simultaneously drew a sharp breath. He was stunningly handsome. Luna didn’t like the look of him. Her wolf sense was ringing alarm bells in her head.
“Nice to meet you,” he said in a stony, mechanical voice. Luna was sure it was forced.
“Sit right there, Abaddon-you’ll get used to us,” Ms. Roth gave him her cheery smile. Voicelessly, he took his seat. Luna almost winced as he turned and gave her a poisonous look .