Page 38 of The Wolf Prince

Fast.

Very fast.

Shifters come in all shapes and sizes, which means separating the freshmen for outdoor recess is generally advisable.

Coach takes the predators.

Lions.

Tigers.

Bears.

Wolves.

Basically anything with teeth large enough to make the school's insurance carrier nervous.

I get field one.

Rabbits.

Squirrels.

Chinchillas.

And one Duck Shifter.

Honestly? I've got the better deal.

They're organized.

They're polite.

They're lovely.

And nobody is trying to establish dominance by tackling another student into the dirt.

Well, except the Squirrels. They get competitive.

Today they're playing a Shifter version of dodgeball with a dozen small golden balls enchanted to zip through the air faster than normal ones.

They're having fun.

Nobody's bleeding.

I'm calling it a win.

I retreat beneath the shade of an old oak tree.

September is still going strong, and the sun apparently hasn't gotten the message that fall is coming.

It's hot. Bright. And after ten minutes outside, I'm regretting wearing my red and white polka dot dress with a crinoline underskirt—totally retro and adorable. Also, way too many layers.

One of the golden balls shoots past a Rabbit Shifter.

“Professor Daniels!”

“I see it!”