41MONICA’S POVI sat on the couch in my living room watching it get filled up with furniture by the humans I had paid to do it, thinking of Lucien. I had called a taxi immediately he had left and had made sure the taxi man drove crazy on the roads just so we wouldn’t lose sight of Lucien and I had scanned his neighborhood for houses, looking for who was likely to sell their houses or pack out so I could move in after receiving a handsome sum from me, but luck was on my side. There was an empty house and it happened to be right in front of Lucien’s house.Now that was fate.Maybe something was wrong with our wolves and they weren’t howling to each other? That couldn’t be possible. We weren’t mates but that didn’t mean we couldn’t be in love.It seemed like Lucien was going to be a lot of work, and despite myself, I began to doubt if I could actually have him because he drastically changed after leaving my home. Although I had seen the signs, I had not expected it to be as hard as this

43ADRIA’S POVEver since Lucien returned, we had even become closer and our age difference could not even be considered a barrier. Although, day by day, I secretly got worried as students seemed to question our relationship with their stares.If it was known that I was in a relationship with a teacher who taught a class I took, it would not be convenient for Lucien as the school would query him. It all boiled down to the fear of favoritism and although Lucien was not someone like that, the school didn’t know him the way I did so of course our relationship had to be kept secret.The only reason people weren’t openly questioning our relationship was probably because of Miss Darcy, a female professor who almost all the male students were head over heels for. Miss Darcy was easygoing, great with conversations and was always seen with a male student, talking to them about whatever troubles they were facing. The same went for Miss Lester but she was a little careful with the male students,

45ADRIA’S POVAlthough I was grateful to see her fighting for me, it was a little weird to hear her call me her friend. We barely knew each other, and even though she had said it just to get the girl off my back, everyone would expect us to hang out together and I wasn’t sure how my friends would take that.You know, among friends who’ve been together for a long time, it’s kind of hard to let someone new in.“I shouldn’t mess with you? You’re hilarious. You come to school one day and decide the smartest kid in college is your best friend, who doesn’t want that? Well, let me tell you, Adria here has people she mingles with so I’d suggest you should be the one to sulk somewhere and not to mess with me because you do not know me at all and the first thing you’d want to know about me is that when I get real angry, I get real violent!” The girl shouted, and I saw Monica’s face turn red.“What!?” Monica shrieked.“Monica…” I called softly, rising to my feet and putting a gentle hand on her

47ADRIA’S POVI wasn’t sure what her stare meant but it felt like she wasn’t pleased with me hanging around with Monica. The last time she had asked me about Monica, I hadn’t really said much like we were close so she was probably thinking I was friends with Monica and refused to tell her or she thought Monica was taking up my time and I wasn’t really hanging out with them.Well, Monica wasn’t at fault for that, Lucien was.Immediately I thought that way, I felt guilty. I was the one at fault for not being able to split time between my friends and my boyfriend and now Stacy looked like she felt Monica was the one secretly taking up my time even though she had known her for only a week.I wanted to signal to her but she looked away and the car sped off.My hands found my phone in the pocket of my jeans and I immediately dialed her number but her phone was switched off. Did Stacy really think I would trade her for Monica or choose anyone else over her?“What’s wrong?” Monica asked, and

49MONICA’S POVI immediately left her contacts and erased all traces of me being there, then I took a few pictures and handed her the phone.“Send them to me.” I said with a smile and she checked the photos.“You like them or you want to take more?” She asked, still staring at the photos.“No, I’m fine with them.” I objected, and she started to make the transfer.“There’s this new genre of novels that I started to read. They’re really fun…” I started, making sure I watched each and every of her facial expressions.“Really? What genre is that?” She asked, still busy with transferring the photos.“Werewolf.” I answered, and she handed me my phone.“Done.” She said with a smile. “Werewolf?” She added, and I nodded.“What do you think of them? Think they’re real?” I asked, tucking my phone into my back pocket.“Well…” She said, scratching her hair and then a lovesick smile crossed her face. “I think they’re real. I think some of them probably walk among us.” She replied, and my smile fad