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race. To that, psychology and
    sociology were added, so that the students could understand
    themselves and their society. There would also be a course in practical magic once enough students from magical races applied. For the
    moment, they only studied it in theory.
    Of course, the PE class was one of the most difficult ones for
    Clark, not because of the actual exercises, but due to the way Angel looked in the shorts that emphasized the swell of his bottom and the delicious scent of his sweat. Angel was on the track team, while Clark had gone with wrestling. He could run track, too, but other felines
    were faster and he got easily distracted by Angel.
    The main sports room was huge, and each team had their own
    coach. Here, shifters were not separated according to what they ate.
    PE focused on teamwork, so it was very likely for students from
    various races to be paired together. The track team, for example, held a lot of herbivores, but also their traditional predators, like cheetahs. It was a way for the coaches to point out that here, between the walls of the Academy, they needed to learn to control their hunting instinct.

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    For Clark’s part, he needed to cooperate with rhinos, hippos,
    boars, and gorillas, as well as with other carnivores. Thankfully, they each had their own weight category, so Clark would never risk being
    squashed by an out–of-control elephant. It was actually an interesting exercise because his lion always rose inside him when challenged. It took a good deal of control to keep the beast leashed. In a sense, PE
    class was always the most dangerous because all their instincts were simmering, just waiting to be let loose.
    They first went to the lockers, where they quickly changed in their
    PE clothes. Clark couldn’t help but steal the occasional glance at
    Angel. He caught a glimpse of Angel’s tight ass and forced himself to look away. He’d already gotten hard, and he needed to keep his
    arousal in check.
    He counted to ten in his head and summoned the most distasteful
    images he could think of. His cousins naked. Tate and his girlfriend fucking. Alexis and Angel together at lunch. Well, that did. His
    erection started to flag, and he finished dressing in a morose mood.
    When he and Angel headed toward the main PE room, though,
    Clark pushed aside his own jealousy. As always, he squeezed his
    brother’s shoulder in a wordless advice to be careful. Angel gave him a brief smile then rushed toward the track team area.
    Usually, most everyone practiced outside, but the weather on
    Academy grounds didn’t always allow for it. While shifters could
    easily run in the rain and were often forced to, coaches preferred to alternate easier with difficult tasks. Today, clouds had gathered above the Academy, so it seemed the track team would run inside. Clark was thankful for this because, this way, he could keep an eye on Angel.
    The football and basketball teams had chosen to risk it and go outside regardless.
    The class started, and Clark was placed in front of his opponent,
    another lion shifter named Jonathan. A hippo from Clark’s team
    whispered a warning in Clark’s ear. “Careful,” he said. “I heard he
    was boasting he’d knock you out.”

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    Clark suppressed a grimace. Sometimes, the competiveness
    typical to felines tired him. Right then and there, he just wanted to be with Angel and ignore the stupidity of his fellow students.
    He shrugged, unconcerned. He could take the other lion,
    especially with his new motivation. Now that Alexis was busy, he’d
    be able to spend some time with the sweet antelope.
    Clark and Jonathan circled around each other, two predators in a
    face-off made serious by the egos involved. Jonathan lunged at Clark, but Clark managed to avoid him. With the corner of his eye, he kept
    watch over Angel, now running across the field at full speed.
    In a few brisk motions, Clark grabbed Jonathan and dumped