The Werenun’s Dirty Professor

Reina’s POV It was the first time I set eyes on a man as a werenun after spending almost twenty-one years of my life in the convent, confined and secluded from the rest of the world, here in Clarefield Pack in California. It was my first day in school, I would be walking along the halls of the University for my first degree in Psychology. University of California, Berkeley, was my first choice. My dream, to help a lot of people with mental disorders afterwards. This was my calling to save lives. I had to further my education after receiving the religious type from the convent. Coming out here, I was determined to exert the greatest level of composure but seeing this tall, handsome man with his silver framed glasses fitting him perfectly swayed me away for some seconds. I gave a curtsy nod as he raised his eyes from the podium from his students, about thirty. I said no word, nothing came to mind, not even a “Good morning.” Swallowing the big lump in my throat, I walked in but some footsteps soon stopped me. I lifted my eyes slowly from my lowered face to see him. Tall, muscular and gorgeous. An unusually young professor, supposed to be in his late twenties. Black spiky hair, alluring blue eyes, square jaw. My jaw slowly dropped, it seemed as though when it did, my eyes dropped too, on his body. Goshhh! I shouldn’t be doing this. SIN. LUST. But then somehow I forced myself to believe it was admiration. I hadn’t seen a man in my entire life because we nuns at the Convent aren’t allowed to. The male gardeners, electricians, amidst others working for us get to finish their work at night or while we are away. Only our old Mothers get to relate with them. They say it’s to prevent us from the sin of lust. It helped but no one told me that after my religious studies in there and I got to come out here, things will only get worse. I drew in a deep breath, clutching my book to my chest, face nervous. Slowly, I raised my eyes to look at the professor, expecting to see an amused smirk rather it was disgust. He looked at me, head down. I stiffened. The entire class was watching. I stiffened. My eyes ran down my body from my chest down, thinking if there was a fault. I was just dressed in my habit - my tunic which was my black gown extending to the floor, a white scapular worn over my shoulders on the tunic, a white veil to cover my head, a silver belt cloaked over my waist, a white veil over my head, white and a huge cross from the silver chain over her neck. My composure together with this habit always meant to be quiet and holy. “Where do you think you are going?” His cold voice echoed. “I’m sorry professor for being late, I’m from a long dis—“ “Hey, wait!” He snapped. Confusion mingled with my apprehension. What did I do? “I’m not talking about your distance, wherever you are coming from is none of my business. I just don’t think this is the right place for you.” He said turning around back to his stance to lecture the class. Is he an atheist? I’ve always been made to believe that monks, priests, nuns and religious sisters were always given the highest priorities here, just as in the human world. We werewolves weren’t spared of the sacred religiosity of serving God and remaining loyal to the moon goddess. “Who is he and why is he behaving this way?” My troubled spirit asked my wolf but she remained silent, pissed and waiting quietly in anger. I cooled it, never wanting to react. I was supposed to maintain the most perfect composure. “I’m pretty certain you are over there thinking why I can’t welcome you to my class,” the professor said, backing me. I raised my eyes, eager to know his reasons. “I don’t believe in any supernatural being, I believe in no religion. I dislike having to deal with people like you. Science is everything, evolution the reason we are here—“ His voice excelled with pride, my heart burnt. I looked at the class, their faces were radiant and almost all were nodding, then I took my face back to him. My mood changed. I decided to speak up, I couldn't control myself any longer. “Is this what you teach your students, professor? I thought you handle Psychology?” Silence filled the entire lecture theatre. All eyes were on me. But I was bold. I was taught to remain reserved at all times but never quiet when the authority of the Divine is about to be compromised. “You know who you are speaking to?” He turned, walking fiercely towards me. Terror wanted to strike me but I sucked in a breath and my stomach lurched with nausea. Today is my first day in college and I’m getting into a fight with my professor. What reputation will it give to me? My defenses fell, my face resigned. “Professor Julian Maverick. I’ve been given the authority to preside in this class and no one talks back to me.” “I’m sorry, professor.” I whispered with my head bowed in respect. We stood this way before he sighed, then gestured as I walked into the class. Nodding again, I scurried off to escape the burning gazes of his student. If they will hate me as well, I don't know. “So let’s continue with where we were as I’m not going back because of anyone,” his cold voice rang, his tone got me realizing he was saying this more on a personal terms. I ignored, opening my back to search for my pen. With the projector and his notes on the screen, I could take a quick note of everything, jotting down where necessary but unfortunately, I couldn’t find my pen. “Miss whatever, I don’t know what you are looking for but if you aren’t ready for my class, just step out. Don’t bring in your confu—“ “We here aren’t going to tolerate that.” I paused, slowly looking up at him, those eyes of his were stern and he was damn serious. I shut my eyes for a brief moment without saying a word. I was boiling inside from panic. What did I do to him? I could feel a rumble gathering up in my stomach. I sat up, stopping it immediately. Hmm. Well since he hates me, I’ll always take this and focus on his class.? Upon waiting and no response, he continued with his class heading over to the projector and pointing where he was with a transparent ruler. “Psychology, as stated here, after describing the characteristics of behaviors, seeks to explain this behavior. We are meant to believe that whatever someone does has a reason.” Then he paused, slowly shooting his gaze at my direction. I sat up, feeling heat climbing up my chest. My wolf purred. “What’s wrong with this man?” I questioned my wolf the second time. With her instinct, I glared back at Julian. Our eyes fixed for a bit long, some minutes, three to five. Breathless. “What’s your name?” He asked. “Sister Reina Valen.” “Reina Valen.” He corrected. “I want nothing to do with your religion. Fake and lame.” My heart was a loud drum in my chest. All of my senses sharpened to a more painful reality. An atheist. I looked over and almost everyone seemed to be in support of him. “I’m really gonna have a very difficult time here!” I muttered within myself, head sunk low. I remained this way for almost a minute. “Maybe you should change class as you’re a distraction.” “Urrgh!” My jaw dropped low when I looked up from the sound, feeling so close to see him standing in front of me on the front row. I jerked back, looking aghast as if I saw a ghost. My wolf stirred a ripple within me, making me wonder. She sprang up, jumping around inside of me. She howled, followed by a strange scent, the mix of hyacinth and roses. Cologne? I sniffed again. No! It sounded too natural to be his cologne. The scent soon got overwhelming, making me nervous. My mind stopped thinking straight and each rise of my eyes to give a look gave a sensation I’d never expected to feel in my entire life. Professor Julian notices it. Tension lined his face and notched a deep groove between his brows. A shudder rippled through his body as I closely watched, hurt mixed with hate slashing across his enchanting face. “Could he be feeling strange as well?” I whispered to my wolf. She was so swept off by the euphoria that she didn’t respond. “Mates?” I was forced to utter the next possible but hardest question in a whisper. Upon saying this, Julian’s brows lowered, darkening his frown. Without saying a word, he turned and walked back to the podium.