Chapter 42

Ebony's POV

I needed to go to class, though.

And I knew it was a ridiculous thought, I knew I was being obsessive, but I was just trying to cling to whatever semblance of normalcy still existed.

I tried to mentally nudge the wolf to wake up Ford, so he could somehow convince her to shift back and we could go to my classes, but she didn’t respond.

I decided our minds probably weren’t connected at all. Hadn’t Teagan said something like that?

Honestly, I couldn’t remember. I should’ve listened better, or they should’ve printed out a guidebook for me or something.

Ford slept for a bit. I wasn’t sure how long, because my wolf wasn’t looking at the clock on Teagan’s old desk, or at my phone. But it didn’t feel like an insane amount of time had passed when he finally stirred. His fingers buried into my wolf’s fur, and she snuggled up closer to him.

His eyes cracked open, and the dark brown orbs stared into mine. “Your classes,” he murmured, his fin