Maikoda: Power of the Moon (Blue Moon Trilogy Book 2) by Adrianna Morgan Page A

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                  “Okay, Ms. Donovan,” she said, her Southern drawl pronounced. “Seems here you were involved in that nasty incident last month.”  She tsked, “you doing okay, sweetie?”
                  Layla shrugged. “As good as I’ll ever be, I guess,” she answered truthfully. 
                  The woman looked at her with sympathy and shook her head. “Some people are just crazy.” She leaned closer to Layla. “Don’t worry about this, sweetie; I am gonna make sure the Director get this immediately.” She stood up. “Now, you wait right here. I’ll be back.” 
                  Slumping down in the chair, Layla looked around, wary of all the people.  The wide space was segmented into sections separated by cubicles. Students of all ethnic groups and ages were arranged at the different booths being helped. She wondered what the woman helping her would do if she told her that she was a werewolf and the reason she needed to talk to the director was because she wanted to take her classes online so she didn’t endanger the other students when the other werewolves who were trying to kill her eventually found her. Not like that would scare anyone, she smiled. 
                  The older woman motioned her to her, a smile on her face and a whispered “good luck” when Layla approached. She quickly moved back to her desk, leaving Layla outside the director’s door. 
                  Layla knocked and opened the door when she heard a quick “come in.” A small Hispanic man behind the desk stood to greet her. 
                  “Ms. Donovan?”
                  She nodded and shook his hand.
                  “So, I’m told you have some issues that you need to talk about?”
                  “Yes sir.” Layla cleared her throat. “I wanted to know if it would be possible to finish the rest of my classes online.”
                  The man frowned at her and typed something into his computer system. “You had work study and were assigned to the Admissions department?” 
                  Layla nodded again.
                  He tapped a few keys. “You were also in the dorm where those two people were killed?”
                  “Yes. One of them was my neighbor.”  Layla squirmed in the chair, a bit uncomfortable at the direction the conversation seemed to be headed in.
                  “And I also see you were arrested for theft.”
                  “Um, I was framed. The charges were dropped and I was cleared.”
                  “Yes, yes, I see that,” he said thoughtfully. “Ms. Donovan, I am afraid it’s too late to allow you to do the courses online. Right now, technically, you should not even be enrolled, as you no longer have work study, but we are overlooking this in light of what happened to you.” 
                  He twirled a pencil around in his hand. “Needless to say, we understand how terribly traumatized you must be, but unfortunately, the online courses and the traditional classroom courses are not in sync. The professors run them differently, so your study could be severely hindered.”
                  Layla closed her eyes as her shoulders dropped. She was going to be responsible if an attack happened near the campus again. She could see this all going wrong and innocent people getting hurt. This was last time all over again.
                  “Tell you what,” he removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “We can allow you to take the classes next semester and you can sit this semester out to get your head back together or, another option could be, simply asking your professors to do an independent research study to help with the rest of the semester grades.”
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