* * * Nellie Aged 13 * * *
“But Dad, what if I get bullied at the new school too? Please keep me home. Teach me here.” Nellie whined.
“Sweetheart, you have to go to school. King Arthur promised that the teachers would look out for you here,” her father reassured her.
“But what if they do bully me?” she fretted.
“Then we go to speak to the King; it will be fine, I promise,” her father soothed her.
It was her first day at the Lycan High School that resided within the Lycan kingdom. She had spent all night tossing and turning, wondering if the Lycans there would accept her. The last two years at her previous school had been miserable. The school was mixed with humans and Lycans. The humans were unaware that creatures of fantasy existed and shared their classrooms and halls.
She had not bonded with the humans, and the Lycans had ridiculed her and kept calling her a dog, which was their way of insulting werewolves. It hadn’t bothered her to be called a dog; what bothered her was that
