he wasn’t so bad after all. “It will be a few weeks before we get to the time of the virus.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Class is over for today. We’ll meet again day after tomorrow at the same time.”
Others started to leave, and I looked at him. “We don’t meet every day?”
“No, Ms. Miller. If you look at your schedule, you’ll see we meet on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”
“Oh, yeah, the schedule. I haven’t really figured it out yet.”
He frowned. “Obviously.”
I gathered my notebook. The evil Mr. Jardin had returned.
Leaving the room, I entered a hall. This building had several rooms, which had likely been used for conferences or meetings at some time or another. I hadn’t seen Myles or Brynna since breakfast, but Jared was waiting for me in the hall, which was thankfully air-conditioned.
“What now?” I asked.
“I think we have an academic class. It looks like we’ll spend a few hours learning the usual high school stuff, biology, advanced math, and English.”
“Well, at last, it’s something I’m familiar with.” I sighed.
“Yeah, I know it’s really weird.” Jared adjusted a backpack on his shoulder.
“So you haven’t known about this werewolf thing for your whole life?”
He shook his head. “I was adopted. My parents didn’t know. My real parents were killed, and probably a few months before all the changes started, a member of the Lycernian pack came to talk to my adoptive parents.”
I glanced in the room where my next classes would be and saw Myles in the back at a table. He was turned away talking to someone else but seemed to be holding a couple of chairs—hopefully for me and Jared. Daryl had disappeared, but I was certain he had a different schedule because it had only taken a few minutes of conversation to realize Daryl was really smart and not likely to be in any academic class I’d be assigned to.
I leaned against the wall, waiting for class to begin. “I guess that was a shocker. I mean, what did they say? ‘Hey, you might want to know that some really weird shit’s about to start happening’?”
“It’s not like they sprang it on them at once. They said they were related to my biological family and met with us over a period of months. In time, my adoptive parents were able to accept the truth, especially after I transformed to wolf state in front of them. It wasn’t on purpose. I hadn’t planned to. It just happened. I couldn’t control it.”
“Yeah, that’ll do it every time. You can’t really not believe it after you see that once.”
Jared laughed. “I guess that’s true.”
I shifted the strap on my backpack. “I’d have thought the werewolves would have made sure some other werewolf family adopted you when your parents died. It seems like a family from your pack would have taken you in.”
“They would have if they’d known about them. But my parents had separated from the pack years ago and were living like regular humans. They didn’t run with or associate with other werewolves. They hadn’t since before I was born.”
“Why?”
He shrugged the shoulder that wasn’t leaning against the wall. “I don’t know. No one ever really said. Mr. Branton said some werewolves just choose to do that sometimes.”
“How did they end up finding you?”
“One of my mom’s sisters decided she wanted to find her. That finally led them to me,” he said.
There were only two packs, the Fenryrians and Lycernians, and I hadn’t heard of werewolves “choosing” to live separately from the rest of their pack. I’d heard of them “having” to live separately, in hiding. It was something I’d learned when I found out Eric was Fenryrian, and because I was Lycernian, our packs would never allow us to be together. If two people wanted to be together and one was Lycernian and the other Fenryrian, they’d have to leave both their packs behind and live secretly among the humans, never contacting their werewolf
Others started to leave, and I looked at him. “We don’t meet every day?”
“No, Ms. Miller. If you look at your schedule, you’ll see we meet on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”
“Oh, yeah, the schedule. I haven’t really figured it out yet.”
He frowned. “Obviously.”
I gathered my notebook. The evil Mr. Jardin had returned.
Leaving the room, I entered a hall. This building had several rooms, which had likely been used for conferences or meetings at some time or another. I hadn’t seen Myles or Brynna since breakfast, but Jared was waiting for me in the hall, which was thankfully air-conditioned.
“What now?” I asked.
“I think we have an academic class. It looks like we’ll spend a few hours learning the usual high school stuff, biology, advanced math, and English.”
“Well, at last, it’s something I’m familiar with.” I sighed.
“Yeah, I know it’s really weird.” Jared adjusted a backpack on his shoulder.
“So you haven’t known about this werewolf thing for your whole life?”
He shook his head. “I was adopted. My parents didn’t know. My real parents were killed, and probably a few months before all the changes started, a member of the Lycernian pack came to talk to my adoptive parents.”
I glanced in the room where my next classes would be and saw Myles in the back at a table. He was turned away talking to someone else but seemed to be holding a couple of chairs—hopefully for me and Jared. Daryl had disappeared, but I was certain he had a different schedule because it had only taken a few minutes of conversation to realize Daryl was really smart and not likely to be in any academic class I’d be assigned to.
I leaned against the wall, waiting for class to begin. “I guess that was a shocker. I mean, what did they say? ‘Hey, you might want to know that some really weird shit’s about to start happening’?”
“It’s not like they sprang it on them at once. They said they were related to my biological family and met with us over a period of months. In time, my adoptive parents were able to accept the truth, especially after I transformed to wolf state in front of them. It wasn’t on purpose. I hadn’t planned to. It just happened. I couldn’t control it.”
“Yeah, that’ll do it every time. You can’t really not believe it after you see that once.”
Jared laughed. “I guess that’s true.”
I shifted the strap on my backpack. “I’d have thought the werewolves would have made sure some other werewolf family adopted you when your parents died. It seems like a family from your pack would have taken you in.”
“They would have if they’d known about them. But my parents had separated from the pack years ago and were living like regular humans. They didn’t run with or associate with other werewolves. They hadn’t since before I was born.”
“Why?”
He shrugged the shoulder that wasn’t leaning against the wall. “I don’t know. No one ever really said. Mr. Branton said some werewolves just choose to do that sometimes.”
“How did they end up finding you?”
“One of my mom’s sisters decided she wanted to find her. That finally led them to me,” he said.
There were only two packs, the Fenryrians and Lycernians, and I hadn’t heard of werewolves “choosing” to live separately from the rest of their pack. I’d heard of them “having” to live separately, in hiding. It was something I’d learned when I found out Eric was Fenryrian, and because I was Lycernian, our packs would never allow us to be together. If two people wanted to be together and one was Lycernian and the other Fenryrian, they’d have to leave both their packs behind and live secretly among the humans, never contacting their werewolf
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