One week later, the werewolf culture class commenced sharply at eight o’clock in the morning in the tiered lecture hall.On the podium, Professor Sarek looked radiant. His golden-brown eyes gleamed under the lights, and his entire presence radiated the unmistakable satisfaction of a man thoroughly well-fed.“Turn to page sixty-two,” he said, his voice carrying a distinctly cheerful lilt. “Today, we’ll be discussing the werewolf’s… views on romance.”In the corner of the classroom, I shrank into my seat. Dark circles hung under my eyes, making me look like a corpse drained of all life force. A thick scarf was wrapped tightly around my neck, and I clutched a thermos filled with hot tea. After taking a long gulp, only half my soul came back.His so-called ‘making sure I’m well-fed’ meant three full meals plus midnight snacks—four times a day. Ever since my identity was exposed, Sarek had dragged me to his office for “extra tutoring” whenever he didn’t have class.I touched the scarf,
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