Zeda got out of the cab the moment it stopped in front of the Werewolf Kingdom.

She hurriedly paid the driver and dialed Torvin’s number as she walked into the sprawling, manicured space.

She hissed when he didn’t answer. She was already five minutes late for class and couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

She waited a moment and dialed again. This time, he answered on the fourth ring.

“Debtor,” he sang.

“Where in hell are you? I’m at your kingdom,” she growled.

“Ah, ...