SOPHIA’S POV
Monday mornings at the elementary school were what I lived for. My wolf stretched lazily inside me.
She felt relaxed for the first time in days as I unpacked supplies in the nurse’s room. This place always calmed me.
Humans didn’t realize how much wolves responded to environments. Peace made us peaceful. Noise made us restless.
The hallway buzzed with the kids’ voices. Kids running, teachers calling after them, lockers slamming.
I heard every sound with my werewolf sensitivity, but instead of overwhelming me, it made me smile. I stepped out with my small medical kit and began making my rounds.
“Miss Sophia!” little Grace shouted, running up to me with two missing front teeth and pigtails bouncing as she moved. “Look! I lost another tooth!”
Her excitement
