MATTEO
Good riddance to bad rubbish—especially if the bad rubbish was a worthless human.
Now that she was nowhere to be found, things were finally falling into place as the gods intended. That sleazy b***h would have the scare of her miserable life and finally beg for a transfer letter out of Hailsmith.
Imagining her running off with her know-it-all tail between her legs made me stifle a chuckle.
The thought of never having to deal with her bullshit again made my chest swell with glee, then my pride swole a size larger as I envisioned placing my forth trophy beside the other three on my bedroom shelf as I broke a record that no werewolf had ever won in the history of Hailsmith.
Everything was finally falling into place, I smiled as I neared the end of my speech.
“…. And as your third
