Audrey
I felt like a fish out of water the second I stepped into the upscale restaurant.
The glittering chandeliers and pristine white tablecloths were a far cry from the campus cafeteria where I usually ate my meals. The other patrons, all werewolves, dined in expensive designer outfits. Even the host eyed me up and down as I entered.
“No humans allowed,” the host said brusquely, already waving me away.
I squared my shoulders against the urge to tell him off. “I have an appointment,” I said coolly, holding my chin up. “With Claudia Klein.”
The host’s eyes widened slightly, and he checked his list. “Ah… Right,” he muttered, and I couldn’t tell if he was just shellshocked or annoyed that I, a lowly human, had a right to be here today—I was, after all, meeting one of the
