Astrid
Focusing on class was more difficult than I wanted to admit. I ended up staring at the textbook most of the time so that I wasn't looking at Lilian or Tristan. I could still feel her eyes on me every so often, and every time I looked at Tristan, I sensed her tense. The last thing I needed was trouble with a pack member.
Either that, or I found myself daydreaming—and that was not something that I could allow myself to do.
When Tristan started to talk, the entire room fell silent. The only sounds were pens scratching against paper and the hum of the overhead projector.
His introduction to this class was very similar to yesterday's. We went over the syllabus, he took questions, then he gave us a breakdown of what to expect from the course.
Soon enough, I found I couldn't take
