Loren joined me and shook her head. “Probably not,” she said. “It’s just the basics. Vampires enslaved us. Tried to kill us. Blah, blah, blah. Training to fight if they come back. The end.” She tilted her head. Though your schedule is usually in the back. Flip to it and I’ll tell you what I know about first year classes.”
I flipped the book to the last page and was met with a schedule much like I had in high school. But this one had insane classes. Instead of “Art” it was “Beginner Battle Tactics” and instead of “Science” it was “Selective Weaponry–with Knives.” I did see “Lupine World History” on there which was a class I was sure to excel at.
“These are insane classes,” I said to Loren. “Does everyone who’s a wolf take these?”
She shook her head. She’d somehow procured a granola bar and was munching on it. “Non–Alphas usually tend to attend vocational schools. Some non- -Alphas go right to the military without schooling,” she swallowed “But all Alphas attend
schools like here.”
“Great,” I mumbled. I guess I wasn’t getting out of “Scenting and Tracking. That wasn’t even something I thought I could do.
Loren pointed down at my schedule. “Lupine Transformative Shifting‘ is your first class this morning,” she said. “It’s how we learn to control our shifting. Then you have a break and then two classes in the afternoon. “Advanced Lupine Physics‘ and ‘ Advanced Lupine Biology.“”
What are those?” I asked.
“Like human biology and physics but centered around wolves and other members of the lupine genus,” Loren replied.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all
» 25 BONUS
Loren checked her watch and swore under her breath “It’s eight thirty,” she said. “Shifting starts at nine. You’re gonna be late.”
I scrambled to my feet and ran to the bathroom. I skipped the shower, begrudgingly, and braided my hair so it was tight to my skull. Loren walked me across campus to the forest, where shifting was supposed to take place, then waved and walked to her own class
1 darted through the forest until I came upon a clearing. There were ten or fifteen student standing around with their backpacks on the floor. In front, there was an elder woman with grey hair and beedy purple eyes. They bore into my soul as skidded to stop in the circle.
