PRUITT
Game day had many traditions for the Mystic Hollow University community, but dead university presidents wasn’t one of them—until now.
“Hey, Ada. Over here!”
Homecoming queen Ada Ambrose turned just as her ex-boyfriend, , grabbed her by the arm. The microphone still in her hand went flying as she attempted to resist. “Off of me!”
As Ada came face-to-face with , her face turned white in shock.
“Let me guess,” said as he twisted her wrist. “You’re not Ada anymore.”
“ Mondamin,” she hissed.
“Odessa,” scowled as he bared his wolf fangs.
“Just as fiery as ever, aren’t we?” Ada said as she slipped out of his grip. “And still just as clueless, unfortunately.”
As charged her, Ada laughed. With the flick of her wrist, she sent him flying across the field and through the nearest goalpost. “I think the humans refer to that as a touchdown, right?”