Mystic U: Midterms

Every single one of them was in danger when regular humans entered the picture.

Epilogue

Sun. Sand. Heather in a bikini.

Da

Two werewolves had died since whoever it was after them had shot at Lee, Heather and him, and they were no closer to finding the culprit. Shit, in a place like Mystic U and Wolf Creek, it should have been easy as pie, but it just wasn’t.

Logan was about to foam at the mouth.

Simon had been the one to suggest that they all go to the beach for spring break, and Lee had agreed wholeheartedly. Da

Now Lee and Heather were looking happy and ta

Then he got up and went to join them. He was never really one for self-denial.

The moment Da

“Mmm. Only if we go in where there’s a bed.” Chaise lounges left waffle weave prints on his ass.

“Sounds like a plan,” Heather said, grabbing his arm to lever herself up. She kissed the side of his mouth, humming a little. “You look a lot happier, honey.”

“I feel it.” He loved Wyoming and Mystic U, but he hated feeling like a hunted animal. “This is good.”

“It is.” Lee rose too, putting one hand on his ass, the other on Heather’s. “Hopefully it’ll all be over by the time we get home.”

“Yeah. Hopefully it will.” If it wasn’t, Da

For now, though, he was going to forget all about Wolf Creek and the moon and people with rifles. Heather in a bikini and Lee in nothing but some coconut oil were just impossible to resist.

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