Chapter Eight

Axel By the way Claire stared at him from the crowd at the pep rally, he figured Tegan took his threat to heart. After he made sure Claire made it to her car and apartment, Axel came back and found him. It wasn’t his proudest moment—by far, but he'd cornered him outside of the frat house and scared the piss out of him. It worked, obviously. Tegan couldn’t have run away quicker if dogs had been after him. Claire's gaze shifted toward Axel's and held. He felt her anger from yards away, and he couldn’t even be sorry for it because he hated the thought of her with another guy. Claire turned on her heel and marched over to her friend, who glanced in Axel's direction. He didn't care if she was pissed or if her friend didn't like him. The crowd clapped once Cash finished his speech. The football players all left the stage for a steak dinner in the cafeteria before their game the next day. Axel was dying for a steak. His diet mostly consisted of meat being a werewolf, and nothing ta