My Teacher Is A Werewolf Novelas e Histórias

He was a direct, austere, and disciplined man, he seemed like a good teacher, I liked him. Still like his gaze, and the smile was authentic, seductive and beautiful, that place had everything from vampires, werewolves to humans, its own instructor was a werewolf, which he was what she thought, when she imagined he was wanting me Flirting, but if that was the intention, he covered it well enough to leave me wondering, even though his approach, his hands on her shoulders, made him very close to her.

he says walking into my class with me, he takes a seat next to me, we had Mr Elijah today, and he saw Theo sitting in his class and he didn't care, he let him sit here. "Are any of the teachers?" I asked him not saying the word but he knew what I meant, are any of the teachers a wolf? "Most of them are," he says with a confident smile, he was too happy about this whole thing. "Including?" I say pointing with my head toward Mr Elijah, he nods his head, yes, so he is, everyone is.

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.

I whimpered. "But that isn't the horrific part." Madison added, then paused to look around before continuing. "He was murdered by a werewolf. They said the stab wounds looked like claws of an animal. Only a werewolf can do that. Everybody is in fear and the principal might call an assembly very soon." A werewolf killed someone? Was this another act of the Eclipse pack? Were they going around murdering random people now? "The police are still investigating but everybody is feeling uneasy. People don't know how to trust the werewolves anymore. I feel uneasy as well, it's so eerie that a teacher was murdered in a school in the staff lounge."

“It’s obviously got you worried.” He said. “It’s nothing that I can’t handle.” I insisted. When we got to school I had to get to my art class and Jax went off to his class. The teacher looked like a real hippy and was interested in nature above all else. Which didn’t really bother us. We were werewolves, we love nature just as much as anyone else. We love shifting and running through the woods. It’s the only time we ever feel real.

The teacher smiles at me, and I nod. I take my seat and the teacher calls Alicia. I am smug because I know there’s no way she can beat my score. “Good afternoon class. Today, I’ll be talking about Werewolves.” She speaks, and I frown. “Werewolves?” I ask Bree, confused. Bree doesn’t respond. I’m oblivious to how frozen everyone in the class are, especially the twins.

I stand from the bench and stride towards the entrance hall. I don't know anything about the contest,but one thing I know for sure is Alex is going to stay in the Academy! ******* "Welcome, students. I'm Professor Sheila, your Special Arts Class teacher." A warm smile shapes up her thin red lips. The hall fills up with a chorus of whispers. Everybody has the same question as I do. What does a witch do in a werewolf class? As if sensing the question, Professor Sheila's smile widens and she steps down the high level platform and walks towards us.

That she denied profusely and then proved. How did she prove it? Quiet easily. She pointed out a werewolf to me and then admitted to that person that she knew what they were. Their reaction was proof that I wasn’t a werewolf and that things existence in the shadows. Oh, you want to know who the werewolf is that’s easy, it’s Ms. Fitch. It’s one of the reasons she’s my favorite teacher and the best person to talk to about what I was experiencing. She was surprised but she did help, by confirming that I was not a werewolf.

With a sense of determination, I confidently make my way towards it, ready to start the day's lessons. After I take my seat, I can't help but feel the weight of everyone's eyes on me. It's not until I settle in that I realize they've all moved their desks away from mine, leaving a noticeable gap between us. The sudden shift in atmosphere is palpable, and I can't help but wonder what I've done to deserve such treatment. It's not until the teacher enters the room that I realize this is going to be a long and uncomfortable class. “Good morning, class. I am professor Lincoln and I will be teaching you about the werewolf government this quarter.” He says while looking around the classroom.

Even the teachers of the school were werewolves, and they knew how to keep the class in check, even though wolves could be rebellious in nature. My first class was not one I favored. Indeed, I was never very good at calculus, and the teacher instead of scolding for not knowing something very basic, told me softly that I should get a tutor. I looked around, much like a deer caught in headlight, not knowing what to say to that, or who to ask. I had gotten acquainted with quite a few classmates, but I wasn’t sure how they felt about me. I didn’t want to feel inferior because of my lack of a wolf… but I did feel different to say the least.