Rebecca’s POV
Classes ended at five, but the hours leading up to it felt like an eternity. I’d been distracted the entire day. Not a single word from the lectures stuck in my mind, and even in my favorite class—biology—I couldn’t focus. Professor Melvin’s lessons usually fascinated me, and I loved how passionate he was about the subject. But today? Today, his words were just noise.
Professor Melvin wasn’t like the other teachers. He wasn’t just a filler instructor. He was a real professor, the kind with credentials and years of experience. Sometimes, I wondered why someone like him chose to teach in this rundown high school, especially since it secretly served as a habitat for werewolf teenagers learning human subjects. Maybe he felt some sense of duty to education or thought he was maki
