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distracted from my task yesterday, but my goal remained the same. I would solve the mystery behind the death of Dylan Jacobs and help lead his soul out of this High School and into the light.
    A shadow crossed my desk and I jumped, punching myself in the face. I didn’t sulk for long. Cal stood over my desk looking swoon-worthy in faded blue jeans, gray graphic tee, and black hoodie.
    “Are you okay?” he asked. “You seem kind of out of it today.”
    That was the understatement of the year.
    “Sure, I just thought, you know, that Simon made having a black eye look so cool,” I said. “I wanted to be one of the cool kids too, so I punched myself in the face. How does it look?”
    “Beautiful as always,” Cal said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. His lips brushing my skin raised goosebumps on my arms and I stifled a shudder. “Walk with me to class?”
    “Did the bel ring already?” I asked. I hadn’t heard anything, but I had been deep in thought.
    “Yes,” Cal said, raising one eyebrow. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”
    “I’m fine, just a little spacey,” I replied. “I overslept this morning and I stil feel like I’m half asleep.”
    “Smel impressions keeping you awake?” Cal asked.
    Cal’s brow furrowed and he looked concerned. He slung my backpack over his shoulder, adding it to his own, with ease and waited for me to get up from my desk.
    “No, I’m actual y starting to think that Dylan’s ghost is trapped here at school,” I said. “I think I’m just exhausted from al of the drama yesterday. I went straight to bed after Simon dropped me off, and I forgot to set my alarm.”
    “Sorry I couldn’t drive you home last night,” Cal said. “I didn’t think it would be a good idea to leave Gabriel and Simon alone.”
    “Yeah, Gabriel seems like a hot head,” I said, “and he obviously came here to pick a fight with Simon.”
    “They both have some issues to work out, which I’m sure they can fix with time, but I do have one regret from last night,” Cal said.
    Cal reached down and pul ed me up from my seat and into his arms. His touch was electric. I had been trying to motivate myself to stand up and now found myself pressed against his wel -muscled chest. Okay, now I’m motivated and, like, completely awake. Who needs caffeine when you have your very own hot werewolf boyfriend?
    “Um, what do you regret from last night?” I asked.
    “Not having a chance to do this,” Cal said.
    Cal lifted my chin with his right hand and sank his left into my hair as he leaned down for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm and his kiss sent a tingle down my spine and made my legs feel weak.
    “You are amazing,” I said, gazing into Cal’s mesmerizing blue eyes.
    “That’s my line,” Cal said, a smile touching his lips.
    Until that moment when we touched, I had been drowning in my worries. I was fearful of a dangerous tooth and claw death-match between Gabriel and Simon, concerned about Emma’s odd behavior, and anxious to solve the mystery of Dylan’s ghost. As Cal pul ed me to him, al of those thoughts were washed away. When we kissed, our love was the only thing that mattered. No worries could enter the safety of Cal’s arms.
    My fingers traced Cal’s bicep where I knew a tattoo representing our connection as soul mates lay beneath the thin fabric of his hoodie. Cal’s eyes fol owed the movement of my hand and recognition showed on his face as our eyes met. He always was good at reading my thoughts.
    “You complete me,” Cal said simply.
    He kissed my lips, my cheek, and my forehead then gently pul ed away. His kisses left me wobbly, but I managed to steady myself against the desk as I caught my breath.
    “We should go,” I said.
    I felt a sil y, uncontrol able grin take over my face and hoped I wasn’t blushing. Pesky hormones. Cal, stil shouldering my backpack, gave me his hand. I floated al the way to class with Cal at my side. The smel of motor oil shadowed me as I walked to