Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9: 9. No Switching

I jerked awake with a gasp.

For a long second I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, waiting for my brain to tell me where I was. Morning light was pressing hard through the small window. My alarm was screaming. Everything was achingly, confusingly normal.

My bedroom.

I was in my bedroom.

I sat up slowly and looked around the room. My desk. My mirror. My ridiculous collection of second-hand books stacked in the corner. Everything exactly where I’d left it, as though last night had simply not happened.

I looked down at myself. I was dressed in my only pair of duck patterned pajamas. I shoved off the covers tucking me in and I sat there, staring at my own foot for a long, uncomprehending moment.

It was uninjured. There wasn’t a single cut or bruise.

My wide-eyes flung to the mirror. The mascara on my face had dried into streaks down both cheeks. My hair was still in last night’s style, half-collapsed around my face. My nails still had Jenny’s ridiculous pink glitter on them, chipped now at the edges. I raised my fingers to my nose and smelled earth. Damp leaves.

It had been real.

I pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead and tried to put it in order. We were at the party. I ran into Cole. I punched him. I ran into the woods and got hunted like prey. I got bitten. I wasn’t mad. It was so vivid, I could still feel the rawness in my throat from screaming and the phantom pain in my foot that didn’t exist.

Tag. You’re it.

I shuddered so hard my teeth knocked together.

I had absolutely no memory of the space between passing out and waking up this morning.

My door swung open and Head Maid’s gasp cut through my thoughts. "Maisie!" Her voice rang out with stern alarm. "What did I say about mud in the house?"

I followed her gaze to the floor.

There were muddied tracks cutting from the window across the floorboards and up to my bathroom. Small footprints. My footprints.

I stared at them for a long moment.

What the hell happened to me last night?

***

Somewhere between getting into the shower and getting out, I was, once again, attacked by the deep, insidious pain beneath my ribs that reminded me that Cole Hayes still existed and was currently doing something I didn’t want to think about with someone I didn’t want to picture.

Who had sex at six in the morning on a school day?

I was cranky, pissed off, and severely hungover. Not even showing up at school in my newly attained ’appearance’ could’ve taken the murder from my eyes.

"You didn’t notice?" Regina was already shimmying into her Combat uniform, brows raised, entirely too awake for this hour. "He spent half the night staring at your ass like he wanted to eat it."

"Yeah, well, that is not going to happen," I said flatly.

Jenny was a different story. She was moving at half speed, eyes at half mast, walking into the bathroom door and then patting it apologetically.

"Are you still drunk?" I asked.

"I’m fine," she said, to the door.

"Jenny."

"He was so hot," Jenny whined mournfully, pulling her uniform over her head and immediately getting her arm stuck. "The things I would have done to that man, Maisie. The things."

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