Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven

10. Chapter 10

Chapter ten

Raven

“ C an anyone tell me what myths or legends are home to Stone Crest?” Locke crosses his arms as his eyes scan across the room. His biceps flex through his shirt and I hate that it looks so good. The fact I still remember what those arms looked like has he loomed over me.

Stupid.

It’s been three days since we had our little chat, so I’ve made it a point today not to pay attention to anything he has to say.

He nods his chin at some guy in the third row.

“I was told by my grandfather that wolves use to be heavy throughout the woods. But they weren’t your everyday wolves. They were shapeshifters. Men who lived in the mountains who took on a wolf form to terrorize the town.”

“I’ve heard similar.” One girl says from the front row. “Like Jacob,” she gushes.

Did she seriously just bring up Twilight?

“Actually, my cousin said she heard one was spotted a few nights ago." Another guy adds.

I use my black pen to scribble nonsense on my notebook. I have zero interest in this conversation. I can feel the weight of a set of eyes on me, so I flicker my gaze up to see Locke’s intense stare trained on me. The two guys that spoke up are in a heated debate while our eyes stayed connected. Heat moves from my neck down to my chest and I readjust in my seat. I’ve had attention from good looking men before, but none have looked like him. It’s makes me grind my teeth in aggravation at my body’s response to just the feel of his eyes on my skin.

Again. Stupid.

“Ms. Cunningham.” He clears his throat. “Care to share your thoughts on the subject?”

I lift a shoulder. “Not really.”

“Let me rephrase. Share your thoughts on the subject.” He takes a few steps to the left, so he’s scowling directly up at me.

Fine. I sit up straighter in my chair. “I think it’s a bunch of bullshit. Wolf men, vampires, hybrids, whatever the movies are calling them these days. They’re stories. Myths.” I narrow my eyes in his direction. “People love to create fear. And what do we typically fear the most? The unknown. The things we can’t explain. Name a better way to control a small community than to create widespread fear just to enforce rules and regulations to line up with their agendas.” I cross my legs. “Is that answer to your satisfaction, Professor?”

His jaw ticks as he takes a few steps in the other direction. “Anyone else share Ms. Cunningham’s opinion?”

“I agree.”

The deep voice from the back causes me to turn my head. A guy I haven’t seen in here before is relaxed back in his seat, his thighs spread out into the aisle. “Just a bunch of bullshit.” He smirks, then his eyes move to mine and he winks.

“That’s enough for today.” There’s a slight change in Locke’s tone of voice.

It’s bordering anger, which the man seems to be in a constant state of in the short time that I’ve known him.

“See you on Friday,” he barks before he rounds his desk.

The room thins, but I watch the guy from the back approach him. I peek over my shoulder as I pick up my bag, watching the tension between the two. Locke’s eyes are cold as he lets the guy speak. When he’s finished, Locke takes a threatening step toward him and I stand up, my spine stiff at the amount of testosterone suddenly entering the room.

Golden eyes flick to mine, before Locke takes a step back. I can’t hear the exchange, but the other guy turns on his heel and saunters up the aisle.

Presley is close behind me as we shuffle out, babbling to some girl about the Salem witch trials.

“What’s your name?” The guy stops at the threshold and Presley squeezes by me with wide eyes.

“Raven.” I sling my bag on my shoulder.

“I’m Kingston.” He glances back at Locke. “There’s a party at my place next weekend. I wouldn’t mind seeing you there.”

With that he leaves the room, and I hear a low growl radiate through the lecture hall. My brows furrow as I scan behind me, but all I see is Locke, arms crossed, eyes on me, and he clearly isn’t happy.