My Teacher Is A Werewolf の小説・ストーリー

I whipped around to see a middle-aged woman staring at me. "Can I help you?" She asked kindly. Grateful for her calm disposition, I filled her in on the surface things and handed her the token my mother had given to me. From our brief conversation, I gathered that she was a teacher at this facility. "What are you?" She finally asked. "W-What? I-I don't understand." "What species?" I relaxed. "I'm a werewolf." The teacher's eyebrow shot up at my answer. "Really? Wow, your kind is very rare in these parts. But not to worry, we'll find somewhere to fix you. Come with me."

Even though I said that, my expression made it clear that I didn't trust her. Seeing that I was about to leave, the maid hurriedly stopped me. "He's so good, he used to be a running coach." The maid said exactly what I was interested in, and I couldn't help but ask again. "He is a running coach?" The maid nodded. "He is not only a coach but also a very good coach. There are many of his students who have become champions of running competitions. He can even turn an ordinary werewolf into a genius.." Were there really such good werewolves?

Mira was happy that she had secured her test mark for the subject. "Today, we will be taking something slightly different from the normal biology you know," the teacher said "That has to do with the werewolves genetic variation, testing and materials" he stated and wrote some notes on the board before turning back to the class to explain all he had written for them when they were done with copying it.

Beau whispered. "Gotcha." I whispered back. The teacher was teaching werewolf history today and wanted us to write a paper on the first four original werewolf bloodlines. It was due at the end of the week and it needed to be 5000 words. Everyone groaned at that and I tried not to laugh because I've already done that assignment at my last pack. And I had it at home. So that was easy enough for me. I had done the work and I was going to put that to good use at this school too. Without doing the work this week.

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

I hope Davon is okay wherever he is. ******** “Okay, class, our topic is about werewolves. Anyone believed that werewolves do exists?” Professor James Callahan. My favorite teacher in school. He empathizes with all working students like me and considers them concerning their projects and attendance. I raised my hand, unknowingly. “Mia, and why do you think they are real?” Suddenly I regret raising my hand. It was the notebook’s fault. I saw Nixon’s friends whispering at each other and giggling. In contrast, Nixon stared at me sternly. I feel like he believed them too.

Her response made me look at her more closely. A capacity that can render a werewolf powerless? I gulped in disbelief. What were the odds of that happening? "Can you tell me more about her? Is she some kind of supernatural creature, like a witch or a vampire?" She responded to me by stating that "She is not a witch, Alpha Viktor, and I can guarantee you of that; but, I do not know what she is." She reassured me, "Don't worry, when my teacher arrives, we will know about her," and I took her word for it.

I tell them and they both have huge grins on their faces. “We missed you too mummy.” They both say at the same time. I help them take off their bags and then we go to the kitchen. “I got you cupcakes, to celebrate your first time at camp. So tell me, how did it go?” They ask me. Immediately the both of them start talking, telling me how they had different teachers, one thought them about werewolf culture, all about the first werewolf and how they were cursed but how now we see it as a blessing and no longer a curse. Another teacher thought them about herbs, especially the ones that are toxic to wolves, like wolfsbane. They had a fighting instructor who also taught them some basics.

When she woke up Noah was already gone again, and Deborah was already at the door. Today she let Lola write down the pack orders of different packs all morning before it was finally time for her werewolf transformation class. She was happy to see that the class was given by Tristan. At least she didn’t have to listen to another nutjob again. She sat down next to a girl with dark brown curls. The girl looked up at her and smiled, she had the same color eyes as Noah. She held out her hand, “Hi, my name is Laela.” Lola shook her hand and said, “Lola. You look a lot like the alpha of this pack. Are you related?”

Jeremy said and supper fast his speed to class. The teacher enter and went to board straight to business after greetings. She is a woman in her late's ..age as she is werewolf predicting will be difficult. We heard she's a friend to the late supreme Alpha and so she has the right punish anyone she likes. Kelvin walked in majestically forgetting the teacher at the front. "Hey young man" She called and he stop looking back on his track. "Oh you are Kelvin? Kids grows faster this days" she said and everyone laughed except him.