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“Actually, I’m recovering quite fast, but I’m not so sure I can return for classes yet. I’ll probably just do everything online for now.” Good for you. “Yeah, that’s true,” Liam’s voice rang out. “Taking the classes online would be much better than stressing yourself coming all the way to school.” I could still hear a hint of admiration in his voice, and it pricked me. It wasn’t news to me that Liam liked Olivia, and still does. I just couldn’t cope with it. “Anyway, there’s this open call at a publishing company I know.” “Open call?” “For writers, yeah. I told Mr. Blackwood to inform you, but since I’m here already—“

She turned toward the board and wrote two words in clean, deliberate strokes. Erotic Writing. Oh. It was that ‘shift-in-your-seat’ kind of class the entire time. Less of discomfort, more of… you know what? Maybe it was discomfort all through. Didn't exactly feel “hot” hearing your fifty six year old lecturer talk about libido and how to make it bend to the rules of literature. By the time the class ended, half of my mates were either zoned out or creeped out. “Your assignments for the day are already up on the class platform. Submission’s three days from now. Please don't force my hand” she closed her textbook, the usual sign that we could leave now.

It was a creative writing class and over the years many of the short stories that I made in this class turned into full-blown novels. The only ones who know about those novels are Nathan and Lucas because quite a few of them are my more mature books. Lucas is my best friend so it is quite easy to tell him my different stories. It took a lot more time to be able to tell Nathan about them though. I guess I should be afraid that he would tell the whole school. For some reason, though I can't bring myself to be afraid. I guess I just can't see Nathan ever doing that to me.

He was thrilled to have Alaina in his office. "Nice. Hello, Alaina. I'm glad to see you are going to learn something that interests you. Red Dawn has an online training program that I set up. Here's my business card, call me. I will be happy to set you up with free access, if you're interested. It's actually managed by a college outside of Springstone, so you could earn an online Bachelor's degree." I smiled, "Neil, here's another card for you. If anyone else is interested from Moonless Night, we would be happy to extend the program to your pack. I'm sure our Alphas would agree."

I had no choice but to return to my old profession and start writing again. It had been a month since everything happened. The month went by like a blur. Late at night, Nancy's charming, beautiful face would still flash in my mind. But just as I was about to leave, Lawrence suddenly shifted the topic, cautiously asking, "Winston, what's your monthly income like these days?" I paused, then answered honestly, "Around 10 to 20 thousand. Nowadays, online novels change trends so fast that the writing of an old-timer like me can't quite keep up with the times."

We head over to our places at the table and settle in as other pack members begin to filter in for dinner. Rose and I make gooey eyes at each other while we talk about pack business and her online classes that she will start soon. She has picked an online school that will allow her to work at her own pace. She can take anywhere between three hours up to twenty-four credit hours at once, and starting another set whenever she has the time. It’s not based on a semester timeframe. Depending on our workload here in the pack and with baby Alpha on his way, she can take classes at her leisure. I don’t want her to over work herself, but I see her pushing to get as much accomplished before the pup co

I said with a shrug. … After a few calm days, the first official start of the special writing course, taught by the famous author Joseph Evergreen, began. I could finally be excited and stop being so nervous. Joseph started the class with the typical attendance list and made sure everybody was present. Then, he began explaining how to map a story. He used Christopher Moore as his examples a lot throughout his class and it seemed that other students were noticing this as well. “What is it about Christopher’s work do you like so much?” Someone asked him.

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I was sitting in the middle of biology class trying to make Professor Thompson’s words make sense. I loved my history class that Liam and I were in together. I loved the creative writing class that I was taking because I was getting to stretch myself so much as a writer. Everything I learned in class, I was apply to the romance novels that I posted to the online serialized Zoodago and the response was amazing. My readers, especially my most popular reader, couldn’t wait for me to drop the next.

"I just — I've been thinking about performance a lot lately. People playing versions of themselves for an audience. It seemed relevant." Ms. Okafor tilted her head slightly. "Do you write outside of class?" The question landed differently than it should have — too close to something real. "A little," I said, which was technically accurate in the way that calling the Pacific Ocean "a little water" was technically accurate. "What kind?" "Fantasy. Fiction. Nothing serious." She took her glasses off her head, looked at them like she'd just remembered they existed, and set them on the desk. "I'm running a creative writing elective on Thursday afternoons. It's small — six students, informal, no gr