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tropical resort than a school. I had to admit it was a nice surprise.
    I threw the covers back and swung my feet to the floor. Putting it off wouldn’t make this go away. I had to meet these people and go to class. It had been my choice to come. I went to the dresser and pulled out shorts and a T-shirt.
    I glanced in the bathroom mirror as I walked by to turn on the shower. My black hair hung straight and slightly rumpled like it always did. The image in the mirror was exactly the same one I’d seen all my life. The mirror lied, though. I was different, completely different, and if I stared at my inky dark eyes long enough, I could see the change there. I wasn’t the weird kid who had no friends. The one who desperately tried to fit with the popular crowd just to keep from continuing a life of invisibility. Since I was technically a werewolf, I probably had to keep the weird part, but here, I seemed to automatically fit, and I already had Myles as a friend and Brynna was kind of a friend. I ran the brush through my hair several times. So Brynna wasn’t really a friend, but we usually ended up spending time together. Whatever our relationship was, it seemed to work. I tossed my nightclothes aside and stepped into the shower. I had to stop putting off the inevitable. It was the first day of school, even if it wasn’t a normal school, and I didn’t want to be late.
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    “Alexis Miller.” 
    I stared up at the man standing in front of my table. I cut my eyes to the side, where Jared was sitting stiffly in the chair next to me. He and Daryl were the only people I knew in this class. Myles and Brynna had taken it years ago, and most of the other people were much younger than the three of us. From the very corner of my eye, I could see Bailey, Brynna’s little sister, at a table on the other side of the room.
    “Do you know anything about history, Ms. Miller?”
    “I…umm, I’ve had some history classes.” I cleared my throat. The thin man in front of me arched his white eyebrows and ran a hand through his equally white hair. If he was a werewolf, which I assumed he was, he must have been one hundred and fifty years old. “What part of history are you asking about?”
    I thought I heard a snicker, and I was pretty sure it came from Bailey’s direction.
    “I’m talking about werewolf history, Ms. Miller. What do you know about werewolf history?”
    “That, oh, well.” I paused, trying to collect my thoughts. “Nothing, I guess. I don’t really know anything about werewolf history.”
    He put both hands on the tabletop in front of me and leaned across until we were practically nose to nose. “Just as I imagined. You know nothing. You’re not so special after all, are you?”
    He’d spoken so softly I wasn’t sure if even Jared or Daryl, who were sitting on either side of me, could have heard him. I opened my mouth to tell him I was one hundred percent certain that I wasn’t special at all, but he’d spun away and walked to the front of the room. I glanced at Jared and thought he might have mouthed the words “holy shit.” I slid down in my seat, hoping to be ignored for the rest of the class.
    Mr. Jardin began to speak, and others around me started to take notes. I forced my stiff hand to pick up my pen, and in one minute, I was scribbling notes faster than I ever had. Occasionally, my hand would stop as I got so caught up in what Mr. Jardin was saying that I forgot to write. His earlier actions were forgotten as I realized I did know some of this history.
    “So when history talks about wolves being at the feet of Odin, the wolves were actually the ancestors of the Fenryrians and Lycernians?”
    “That’s correct, Ms. Miller. I see you actually do know some history. You simply didn’t realize it.”
    “It was part of a literature class I took in school. But all that was way before the virus. When did that start?”
    The previously evil Mr. Jardin’s lip twitched, and I thought he might smile. Maybe