This isn't a common supernatural book.
It has its own rules, its own twist, and its own magical creatures.
Get ready for this unusual story between the most powerful Tribrid, Xena Raven Mensah, and the killer hellhound Elijah Gatewood.
Xena is known...
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▪︎Xena's pov:
"Hi,"
Both twin greeted me at the same time.
"Hi," I smiled.
They walked by my side like two bodyguards and we caught a lot of eyes; both from the humans and from the supernatural humans.
Everyone must be wondering why these two were by my side.
For the human, they must be wondering how a human like me was able to get the two high-rank guys and for the supernatural humans, they must be wondering why two vampires were hanging with a human.
Even I'm a little curious to know why they were hanging out with me.
"Do you want to grab some coffee before we head to our lecture?" Travon asked, gaining my attention.
I furrowed my eyebrows, "We have class together?"
"Yeah, two classes actually," Clayton replied with a low chuckle.
Oh.
"Sure, I'm in for the coffee." I agreed.
Clayton put his arm around my shoulder, making me a left turn, "This way ma'am,"
I still need to get used to this place.
We walked to the cafeteria, which was halfway crowded, and walked to the counter. Luckily everyone was sitting and talking so there was no line at the counter.
We grabbed our coffee.
"Let's take a seat," Clayton suggested.
He was already walking to one of the tables and I was going to follow him when I noticed that Travon didn't move or respond.
I turned to look at Travon who was on my right side and I found him staring at his coffee, frozen. I know he wasn't literally frozen as he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw.
He looked pissed.
I let my eyes roam around and I found a group of werewolves talking in low voices whispering among themselves. I think Travon was using his supernatural hearing to listen to them.
"Hey," I called him out softly as I grabbed his arm.
He was in the middle of the walkway so I had to snap him out.
He blinked before looking up at me.
"Are you good?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he replied briefly.
We walked to Clayton and sat at one of the tables. I sip on my coffee as I use my hearing to listen to the group of werewolves.
