Chapter 7 Gossip Girl

• I turned to see a familiar girl standing a few feet away -- I recognized her expensive, branded ensemble from head to toe. Flicka, from class.
• Now that I was face to face with her, I could see how tall she was, even for a female werewolf. And she was pretty, of course, which I'd seen immediately, but she also had a model-fit body that could make even rags look good.
• Unsurprisingly, her opinion of me was far from the same.