Novel & Cerita Professor Lupin As A Werewolf

"What's the big deal anyways? It's not like he can't have cocoa." Cocoa powder cake?! That's freaking worse! I need help. The only person who can help me right now is Kevin. But I'd have to tell him the truth. I have to risk Lupus's secret in order to save him. "Okay, look." I sighed. I can't believe I'm doing this. "Lupus is... He's not human." "What?" He stared at me still half asleep. "He's a werewolf." *

Feline smiled at her, “Hello Lola. It has been a while since we inserted you with the werewolf DNA and we would like an update on how you are doing.” Lola swallowed nervously, “Yeah about that. The DNA never worked so I never transformed into a werewolf. So, I wasn’t able to find any werewolves. Sorry.” Feline narrowed her eyes, “Why didn’t you come back then? We could have tried injecting you again.” “I know that is what I should have done, and I apologize for wasting your time. I ended up meeting a backpacker and I fell in love. The truth is that I have been too busy traveling and falling in love.”

“Harvest their organs or use their body as a whole. I donate them to science. Maybe this will be the experiment that puts your name out there forever.” “Oh, yes!” The professor looked pleased. “I cannot wait to discover the goodies hidden in them.” “Feast, Professor. Feast as much as you want. I just need to know when to expect an update.” “Give me two weeks. Determining how to turn a werewolf into a weapon is not as easy as it sounds.” “I am counting on you. Oh, I wanted to ask. Are you sure you don’t need guards inside this room? It is bad enough that you refused to have surveillance cameras.”

The middle-aged professor with the tightly wound bun of greying hair wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and scold the few students whispering or idly playing Zombie Crash on their cellphones, but her sharp tongue ended there. I knew what it looked like when someone was biting back their words, stuffing them deep down where they’d never be seen again. That’s exactly what Professor Hopkins was doing as she went over the tumultuous history of the Original Pack and how they came to discover the extraordinary gift of turning a human into a wolf.

“I understand. But you also mentioned werewolves who desire to be human. How does that work?” A flicker of hesitation crossed the professor’s face, and she fell silent, studying us intently. “You seem unusually interested in werewolves,” she observed, her voice carrying a hint of suspicion. “There’s something about you… an aura, perhaps. It’s as if you’re not just curious, but deeply invested in this knowledge.” “As I mentioned, we’re conducting research,” I replied smoothly, giving her a reassuring smile. “We want to gather every possible detail. It would mean a lot if you could grant us that insight.”

Everyone knows they're just created fantasies, to entertain fictional stories lovers"he added, with a nonchalant enthusiasm. I forced my face into an unreadable mask, but inside, irritation clawed at me. He thinks of us as mere fictional entertainment. He had no idea what he was surrounded by. No idea that his own professor was a werewolf. No idea that about half of the students sitting in this class could shift at will. No clue that he was speaking to an Alpha. An Almighty one to be precise. And he laughed–laughed–at his own words, shaking his head like the mere thought of werewolves existing was absurd.

----- *LILAC* "Professor Aspen, youngest professor in the history of Lupin. Rumor has it that he studied in the land of the gods," Kira gushes as she kept eyeing my husband with dreamy eyes. Oh, need I forget, he had pushed me back down to my seat without saying a word, shooed off the girl whose name I know now as Beryl and then walked gracefully back to the dais.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

I furrowed my brows, still weirded out by the sudden question. “Well, it is mostly for hunting like aconitum, artemisia, lupine-” “Lupine,” she replied in an instant. “How is that supposed to be the answer?” Both Alarick and I asked. “Lupine is poisonous to werewolves. Once a hunter puts some of it in his spear and you get wounded by it.” I nodded at what she said. That is what I do all the time. “But it can prevent you from turning into a werewolf when it is directly ingested.” My eyes widened at what she said.