Cora
I found Ethan by the vending machines, surveying an array of werewolf snacks. He was squinting at the labels with great interest until I walked in.
"Hey," I said.
“Hey, stranger,” he greeted, flashing a grin. “Aren’t you supposed to be glued to a spreadsheet right now?”
“Not today. I was looking for Kingston, actually. Do you know where he went?”
Ethan looked up, blinking in surprise. “You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
He c****d his head. “Wait… you don’t have a mindlink, do you?”
I frowned. “A what?”
“A mindlink,” he repeated, as if that explained anything. “It’s like… a telepathic group chat for werewolves. Pack members only.”
“Oh,” I said slowly. “No, I’m not exactly on that list.”
Ethan ran a hand through his hair and let out a soft whistle. “Wow. Okay. That explains it.
