In Our First Transfiguration Class Novels & Stories

They don’t want people staring at me because they know it makes me uncomfortable. I love that they want to defend my honor, but there really isn’t anything they can do. People are curious about me, of course they're going to stare. Our first class is on the third floor, and I’m surprised that it’s just an English class. It’s so… mundane. I’m not sure what I expected—transfiguration? Potions? Magical creatures? I laugh in my head at my own joke, knowing the guys will have no idea what I’m even referencing.

I parked in the Hillway high parking lot, got off the motorcycle, and followed Bryce and his mate Alice, as well as Martin, my beta, and his mate Amber. I can see the eager gazes of the she-wolves and human girls as we entered the school. All these years, I've avoided all the passionate and hungry stares directed at me because I want to save everything for my mate. The doorbell rang. My first class is with Martin. I went to my desk in the middle of the class, just as Mr Helton entered and began presenting the lesson, which I didn't understand at all.

I mutter under my breath as our eyes finally lock. I tear my gaze away and make my way to the pulpit, setting my briefcase down. My heart pounds in my chest, but I force a deep breath before speaking. “Good morning, class. My name is Hiram. Since today is my first day, it will only be an introductory class, and I will be gone in a few minutes,” I begin. “With that being said, where is the course rep?” I ask, looking at the wall behind me as I try to avoid her eyes. “Juniper Miles,” I call, and she raises her hand.

The rest of the guys were behind us. “What is it? Ask questions, I’ll answer them to the best of my knowledge. I know as a new comer in the pack and school and also, this is your first time engaging in public transmutation, you’ll need all the help you can get.” “Well, have you ever witnessed someone without a wolf before?” “No, I don’t think so. I have only seen students whose wolf took a while to surface but never a student without one. I mean, in college, you’re already expected to have your wolf in you.”

“You’re supposed to introduce the course, and what you hope to teach us this semester. Why are you teaching drifter transformation?” Which is a complex level of transformation that heads into the magic territory for wolves who can’t shift but have suddenly developed the gene that allows them to do so. It occurs in lower-class shifters. Why would that be a first-semester topic at all? “You don’t know what shifting is?” I cock up an eyebrow as he turned around to face me. “I’m not sure. But I was promised a thorough class that involves starting from the beginning.” I can see the anger filling his features. His eyes go over the entire class, and he grumbles something none of us hear. Then he cl