Dian’s POV
Sometimes I hate my life!
I frowned, walking in the cold night, cursing myself for having forgotten my jacket in Alpha Stone’s car. I’d been late for my study group, so by the time I got there, they were all pissed. Understandably. I would have been too, in their shoes. So I made my apology and after explaining things to them, we started working on the project. Not that explaining gave me any extra points. They were all werewolves and hearing that I'd spent the day whelping the alpha and beta, put a weird gloom on their expressions. But I chose to ignore it and instead focused on my homework.
We finished about two hours later with the group agreeing that I should finish it. And despite my protests - because there was more than half the work left to do - they still decided to
