Until you become...MINE

The first rule of Blackthorne University was simple. Never enter the west wing after midnight. The second rule was never written anywhere, but every student knew it. Never, under any circumstances, anger Professor Adrian Wolfe. He was the youngest professor ever appointed to the university's Department of Literature and Comparative Mythology, a man with a doctorate from Oxford, an impeccable academic reputation, and an unsettling habit of knowing things he had no reasonable way of knowing. He never raised his voice. He never repeated an instruction. And he never smiled. Students whispered that he had been born into an old European family whose wealth predated the university itself. Others claimed he had once been engaged to a woman who disappeared under mysterious circumstances. A particularly imaginative group of second-year students insisted he had no reflection. Adrian found these rumors amusing. Not because they were particularly clever, but because the truth was considerably worse. He was a werewolf. Not the sort that appeared in cheap horror films, howling at the moon and chasing unfortunate hikers through the woods. Adrian belonged to an ancient bloodline, one that had survived wars, dynasties, and centuries of human attempts to explain away the things they feared. His kind could pass among humans almost perfectly. They could fall in love, hold jobs, build fortunes, and teach university classes. They could also lose control. And Adrian had spent two hundred and fourteen years ensuring that he never did. Until the morning a girl walked into his lecture hall carrying a book she had no intention of reading.