Page 117 of Echoes of the Banshee

What the hell happened?

I open the group chat and instantly see the flood of texts, but it’s not the usual chatter. The messages are coming in faster than I can read them, but I click on a picture as soon as I see it, Anita, on her knees, pulling on a goblin’s pants. Begging?

ElvenSass:

She literally said “Let me kiss your feet” I AM SCREAMING

CursedCrescent:

Wait WAIT—Anita literally on the floor crying over him?!

MysticTides:

SHE WAS RECITING LOVE POETRY. ABOUT HIS MEATBALLS.

Spella:

Okay, but seriously… has anyone seen Benson’s hands lately?

RuneWithIt:

No no no this school is unhinged I’m obsessed!

BeastlyEnchanter:

Honestly justice for goblins.

HexAppeal:

HOW IS THIS NOT AGAINST SCHOOL POLICY

WitchPlease:

Wait didn’t she say something about blue-haired babies?? 😭

Spella:

Is it all goblins? Or just Benson? 😂 Do you think she’ll be done with him soon?

ShiftyEyes:

I don’t believe it. Goblin or not, people are just making stuff up.

StarlightWarden:

I quote, ‘they don’t call him a human sandwich because he’s a pickle’

The messages keep flooding in, but I can’t continue, because I know exactly who calls Benson a human sandwich. A crushing weight settles in my chest, and I shove the phone into my pocket, resisting the urge to scream or growl.

Dylan lets out a low snarl from beside his locker.

“You reading the group chat?” I ask, turning to him.

His eyes have gone yellow. He’s close to shifting.

I grab him by the shoulder and steer him away from the nightblinds, out to the now-empty soccer pitch.

“What happened?” I ask, watching his tight, shallow breathing. He can’t talk past the canines, so he hands me his phone. A video message from HowlAboutThat is attached.