When I got back to my room after leaving the dining hall, I threw up.
Lycans do not throw up.
I had ended up sitting on the bathroom floor for ten minutes afterwards, back against the wall, waiting for the nausea to settle.
Astraea had remained silent through all of it.
And she still is.
I push through the door to the biology lab, set my bag down on the rack, and take my usual seat. Owen drops onto the one beside me a moment later, easy and familiar as always.
I glance at him briefly, unease flickering in my chest as I wonder whether Landry has said anything.
I couldn't imagine many Lycans admitting to what happened.
Least of all an alpha, especially an alpha like Landry.
"I heard about last night," he says.
My stomach twists immediately.
"You did?" I ask, my heart kicking shar
