#Chapter 93: Do Better

Audrey I felt like a fish out of water the second I stepped into the upscale restaurant. The glittering chandeliers and pristine white tablecloths were a far cry from the campus cafeteria where I usually ate my meals. The other patrons, all werewolves, dined in expensive designer outfits. Even the host eyed me up and down as I entered. “No humans allowed,” the host said brusquely, already waving me away. I squared my shoulders against the urge to tell him off. “I have an appointment,” I said coolly, holding my chin up. “With Claudia Klein.” The host’s eyes widened slightly, and he checked his list. “Ah… Right,” he muttered, and I couldn’t tell if he was just shellshocked or annoyed that I, a lowly human, had a right to be here today—I was, after all, meeting one of the most prominent werewolves in our society. “Right this way.” As I followed the host through the crowded restaurant, I could feel eyes on me, and I fought the urge to hunch my shoulders.