“To see Carlisle,” she replied, and it took me a second to understand what she was talking about, and once I did, I visibly relaxed my body – which was still being towed towards the infirmary. Braxwell was composed of many outbuildings, with a main building for all academic classes and lectures. The grounds were vast, spanning over 100 acres just to the west of Seattle, on hills overlooking Puget Sound. The infirmary was one of the closest buildings to the dorms, but it was on the other side, so we had to loop around the building in order to reach it.

Carlisle was Braxwell’s doctor, and he and Esme lived in their own quarters on the grounds, adjacent to the infirmary. It was a good thing he was doctor, or else any time a werewolf or a vampire – not that we often came into the infirmary; usually only the reckless wolves and a few humans did – came into the infirmary they’d be pronounced legally dead or something of the sort.

That was also the reason I was Head Boy: because I knew the truth. Billy could have easily placed Sam Uley in my position, but he had enough on his hands with his wolf pack. Aside from my family, I had no one – I had no mate, though Tanya showed enough interest for her to be able to be; I really didn’t have any friends, though I had many female admirers and some male ones as well. Humans were ridiculous and relentless in their pursuit of fruitful objects… If only they knew what a danger I was to their existence! I’d had to endure some pretty rough moments, and thus so did Jasper – double-fold in fact, as he had his own admirers as well – as the teenage girls sent out the lust and…more than enough visual in their thoughts.

I shuddered just as we reached the infirmary’s door and Alice asked, “What? Afraid of seeing Big Ol’ Daddy?”

“No,” I shrugged and pulled my soaking hand out of hers to knock on the sopping wet door. She was forever giving out nicknames to people…

Who could that be? Mike Newton’s thoughts were curious and oddly hopeful and I very nearly laughed out loud. Of course Mike would have gotten the worst of it… He’d fought – or really, tried to fight – Paul, one of the more experienced wolves, last night. Paul must have been holding back, or Mike would be dead. I didn’t expect Paul to hold that much control, but I supposed Jessica wasn’t a good enough prize for killing Mike.