Part 5
"So what happened?"
Astara didn't want to talk about it. As far as she was concerned, it was none of Regan's business, anyway.
"He said nothing was going to happen." Astara wasn't in the mood for dealing with vermin high school either. She just wanted to stay home, snuggled up safe and warm with Ardon, let him hold her close where they would be together and not have to deal with the rest of the world.
"I can't believe someone would be *stupid* enough to *try* something like this." Regan shook her head, pausing at her locker.
"What'd you mean?" Astara wondered why Regan was concerned anyway. It wasn't like she had a soulmate or the need to think about these things.
"Oh come on, think about it, lonely boring werewolf. I bet she's *faking* it. It'll be a spell of some sort. "
"Is that even possible?" Astara had been so shocked when Ardon had told her, she'd never even stopped to think about how he had discovered this.
Regan shrugged, smiling at her reflection in the mirror at the back of the locker, fluffing her dark red curls, adding a touch of dark pink lip-gloss, smiling appreciatively at what she saw, taking out the books she needed for that morning and shutting the locker. "Anything is possible with the right magic."
Astara frowned, not too sure that was necessarily a good thing. She wasn't too fond of witches. "But would a witch that powerful agree to work for a stupid werewolf."
Regan shrugged again. "She's a Day Dork, they're all soulmate crazy."
Astara sighed. This just wasn't fair. She had finally managed to find a guy she loved, the last person she would ever have expected, and some stupid mystical *thing* wanted to take that away.
A concept no one really understood shouldn't rule the way you lived your love life. Did that make sense to anyone but her?
"We have to do something about her," Regan said as they headed into their journalism class. "I've already called in my friend Karma. He'll make that Cayla bitch thing twice about messing with magic and Ardon again."
Astara even found herself smiling at that, Regan had some very odd friends who occasionally managed to come in handy. Considering the situation, she was actually looking forward to see what this one had to offer.
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"So what happened?"
Astara didn't want to talk about it. As far as she was concerned, it was none of Regan's business, anyway.
"He said nothing was going to happen." Astara wasn't in the mood for dealing with vermin high school either. She just wanted to stay home, snuggled up safe and warm with Ardon, let him hold her close where they would be together and not have to deal with the rest of the world.
"I can't believe someone would be *stupid* enough to *try* something like this." Regan shook her head, pausing at her locker.
"What'd you mean?" Astara wondered why Regan was concerned anyway. It wasn't like she had a soulmate or the need to think about these things.
"Oh come on, think about it, lonely boring werewolf. I bet she's *faking* it. It'll be a spell of some sort. "
"Is that even possible?" Astara had been so shocked when Ardon had told her, she'd never even stopped to think about how he had discovered this.
Regan shrugged, smiling at her reflection in the mirror at the back of the locker, fluffing her dark red curls, adding a touch of dark pink lip-gloss, smiling appreciatively at what she saw, taking out the books she needed for that morning and shutting the locker. "Anything is possible with the right magic."
Astara frowned, not too sure that was necessarily a good thing. She wasn't too fond of witches. "But would a witch that powerful agree to work for a stupid werewolf."
Regan shrugged again. "She's a Day Dork, they're all soulmate crazy."
Astara sighed. This just wasn't fair. She had finally managed to find a guy she loved, the last person she would ever have expected, and some stupid mystical *thing* wanted to take that away.
A concept no one really understood shouldn't rule the way you lived your love life. Did that make sense to anyone but her?
"We have to do something about her," Regan said as they headed into their journalism class. "I've already called in my friend Karma. He'll make that Cayla bitch thing twice about messing with magic and Ardon again."
Astara even found herself smiling at that, Regan had some very odd friends who occasionally managed to come in handy. Considering the situation, she was actually looking forward to see what this one had to offer.
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