Chapter Eleven: Lovers"Madame Agafiya?" she calls, marking some exam papers and trying her best not to cringe at the answers their younger students have filled in.
"Yes, dear?"
"What do you think about humans mating with werewolves?"
"Why are you asking?" she asks, peering up from her thick glasses to give her a curious, if slightly suspicious look.
"I- it was- my classmates and I were talking about it," she stammers out instead of the truth. There is no chance that her teacher does not know she's seeing a werewolf. She is hardly secretive with the information. There are several days when she comes to classes with hickeys on her neck. And there's the tell-tale necklace that lets everyone know who she belongs to. "Things like that used to be frowned upon, right? But I was curious how it
