Axel

Axel took a bite of the godawful zucchini dish and forced it down his throat. His wolf growled at him for putting anything that wasn't meaty or at least surrounded by meat into his mouth.

Claire's aunt's gaze shifted from Mr. Summers to Axel, and something snaked its way down his spine. She wasn't a wolf, or a lycan, but she felt like … something. Claire wasn't joking when she said her aunt was odd.

And why did she assume Claire was safe with Axel from a campus ...