Lana.”
She nodded, stepping back. “Myles told me about your adventures this summer.”
“Yeah, you should have been there.”
“Not me. I’ll stick to the lab. You guys can do all the other work.”
“If things here are like they were this summer, I might decide to join you in the lab.”
Lana looked puzzled for a minute then turned to Myles. “Does she not know what you guys do?”
“She doesn’t know much,” Brynna stated from behind me.
I resisted the urge to turn and spit at her. Lana ignored the comment and smiled at me. “Your talents aren’t for the lab. And since they haven’t told you, how you spent your summer is kind of the way life is around here, all the time.”
I glanced at Myles and Jared. I wondered if the look on my face matched the Texan’s. He appeared almost as overwhelmed as I felt.
“It’ll be fine,” Myles reassured us. “Let’s go back. They’ll have started serving lunch by now.”
Lana caught my arm. “I won’t see you during the day. I’ve done all my classes, and I’m here in the lab most of the time. But if you need anything, I’m in room 220.”
“Thanks.” I turned and followed Brynna from the building.
“She’s nice,” I said as we got in the golf cart.
“She’s unbelievably smart.”
“That’s what Myles said. He said she spent the summer at a university working with some scientists.”
“She does that every summer. She’s helped develop all kinds of drugs, and she’s worked in several labs that manufacture treatments for other conditions that humans have. It’s the way the werewolf school and community make most of their money.”
“Is that where the money for this island came from?”
“No. Many of our pack members are very wealthy. Remember, we age much more slowly so we live longer and have more time to accumulate money.”
“I wondered how you all did the things you do without seeming to work.”
“We work.”
“You know what I mean, a normal eight-to-five job.”
She laughed. “Yeah, not so much of that around here. But there are pack members who function normally in the world. They don’t work to stop the Fenryrians, but they support us in other ways.”
I leaned back in the seat as we bumped along the road to the hotel, or dorm, as most people called it. So far there was next to nothing around here I’d call normal, not even myself.
Chapter Three
The alarm clock on the bedside table rang, and the orange numbers glowed six a.m. I turned off the noise without hitting the snooze button. I’d been awake for a few minutes already. I pulled the sheet over my head, shutting out the early morning light beginning to come through the window.
Last night in the dining room, I’d begun to meet the people I’d be spending the next few months with. The names and faces had become a blur, and I’d become a nervous wreck. There were so many of them. When my aunt had explained that she and her friends were all part of a group that traveled to different places and homeschooled their kids along the way, it hadn’t been such a hard thing for me to believe. Louise didn’t have kids of her own, but she’d said she was one of the teachers. The explanation had made sense. But all that had been before I’d found out that we were werewolves and what they were doing wasn’t really home schooling at all. They’d only called it that because back then it was something I could understand. A concept I could grasp. What they really did was travel to different schools and train the packs’ young protégés. I wasn’t exactly sure what made me a protégé, but I guess that’s what I was here to find out. The idea of joining The Project, as Louise called it, hadn’t really seemed so bizarre. This, however, wasn’t what I’d imagined. I’d expected we would all live in a campground, take random academic courses together or online, and practice fighting in some grassy spot. Instead we were on a private island that was more like a