Free The Tiny Curse (Werewolf High Book 2) by Anita Oh Page B

bullied. Don't make out like I'm the cause of any of this when you're the one who can't keep your little wolf pack under control!"
    He rolled his eyes and plucked me up out of the drawer between his fingers. No matter how I struggled, he kept tight hold of me.
    "Do you want me to drop you on the floor?" he asked.
    I stopped struggling. It was a long way down.
    "You obviously can't be trusted so until this situation is resolved, I'm going to keep watch on you."
    Before I could say anything in response, he dropped me into his pocket and buttoned it up.

Chapter 8
    As much as I hated to admit it, being looked after by Tennyson Wilde was far more comfortable than being looked after by Sam. He squished a cushion inside his sock drawer for me to sleep on, which was both comfortable and safe, and then vanished into the night. I assume he went to find Sam, and while I was worried, I knew that Tennyson Wilde was the best person to sort it out. Mostly, I was happy to be left alone to sleep.
    I was not happy, however, to be woken up by a big wolfy face staring down at me the next morning. Its cold, wet nose nudged me. I squealed and ducked under the fluffy sock that I'd been using as a sleeping bag. When I peeked back out, it was to see Nikolai Volkov laughing at me.
    "Ah, why am I so hilarious?" he asked, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "Anyway, I'm first on tiny commoner-sitting duty. Tennyson's drawn up a whole color-coded schedule for us and I made this to carry you around in." He held up a mustard-colored bowler hat with a hideous big sunflower pinned to the front. "See, there's a concealed section in the top here behind the flower, and this front part is actually one-way glass so that you can see out, though the fabric covering it will obscure your vision a little. It will make our heads look a little big but it's still rather stylish, don't you think?" He looked at me, squinting his eyes as if he was trying to figure something out. "You really need new clothes but we'll worry about that later."
    He sat the hat down on my cushion and flipped the top of it open for me to climb into.
    "I don't like that you're talking as though this is a long term situation." The hat room wasn't big enough for me to stand up but I could sit down and stretch out quite comfortably, and it felt very secure. I could even see fairly clearly through the fabric, though everything was in a mustard-colored haze. I was fairly impressed at Nikolai for making it so well at such short notice. He always acted as if he was playing around in C&C club but obviously he took it more seriously than I thought.
    "Well, being unprepared never solved anything." He reached out toward me. "Okay, hold tight. And remember, I can hear you if you whisper, but I won't be able to respond."
    That made sense, and I didn't know what I'd ever have to chit-chat about with Nikolai Volkov anyway.
    He settled the hat on his head and then we were off. Riding in a hat was a new sensation, but not bad. It felt more sturdy than being in Tennyson Wilde's pocket. I didn't jiggle around as much, and I could feel the warmth from Nikolai's head through the hat; he really threw out some heat. Everything seemed much further away than usual and we seemed to be moving at an extremely fast rate, but not in a bad way. It definitely wasn't the worst way to travel.
    We headed out of the Golden House and up to the school. Nobody was around, though it didn't feel that early, and I remembered that I'd hardly ever seen any of the Golden at morning classes. They seemed to just do whatever they felt like, on their own schedule, and I wondered if I'd get super behind in all my classes. I supposed that was probably the purpose behind the curse.
    "Do you know Fatima?" I whispered to Nikolai.
    He had said he couldn't reply, so it was probably a bit mean to ask him questions, but we were walking through the school grounds alone so there was nobody to see him muttering to himself.
    "I doubt it," he said. "Why? Is