Novel & Cerita Professor Lupin Werewolf

I glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. “Excuse me for a moment,” I said, stepping out of the room to answer. The voice on the other end was hurried, yet familiar. It was Professor Thorne, an old mentor from my college days—a respected researcher in both human and non-human medicine, and more importantly, a werewolf like me. “Aurora, it's urgent,” his voice sounded tense. “We need your help.” My stomach clenched. "What’s going on, Professor?"

He looked down at me. “What I didn’t do, however,” he said. “Was pick on the wolfless.” “But, she was the weakest!” Another wolf-turned-human protested. “And Kairos—” “Mr. Moonraiser will be compensated for the hunt this year,” the professor said. “But the rest of you are dismissed to afternoon classes.” A few of the wolves tried to protest but ended up giving up as they watched Professor Lunerly’s mouth set in a thin line. One by one, they all shifted back to their wolf forms and took off across campus. As they all disappeared, I looked up at my savior.

"Your hair is still wet. Aren't you freezing out here in the night wind? You are going to catch a terrible cold." I stare at him. A two-ton werewolf just blew up a dorm room, a vampire is currently a cloud of bloody bats, and my incredibly powerful teacher is acting like a hyper-anxious mother hen over my damp hair? "I'm perfectly fine. Not cold at all, Professor," I reply smoothly, instantly plastering on my most polite, harmlessly innocent smile. Up in the air, Liviel pauses her flight. She tilts her head, her red eyes narrowing suspiciously at Hilbert's ridiculously misplaced, overly intimate priorities.

Liora blinked slowly, wearing that fake soft smile she pulled out whenever she wanted to manipulate everyone around her. Her voice melted into syrupy sweetness as she placed a hand over her chest. “Oh, Scarlet… I don’t mean you harm,” she cooed, batting her lashes. “I’m only trying to protect the academy. We don’t want fake wannabe wolves claiming intelligence they don’t have. I’m just trying to help.” Scarlet felt something dangerous ignite in her chest. "A fucking low budget snake hissing?" The professor snapped his head toward Scarlet, outrage exploding across his face.

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

The professor took a deep inhale. “The Sacred Land has to do with the white witches, Rose Duville…and it doesn’t have to do with us, the wolves…” Clayton sighed. “What did you see there, Vlad Lup? Did you see our second successor?” Clayton turned his head down. “No. I saw the wolf of Doctor Wölf Hügel, the husband of Rose Duville and he approved me…” Professor Hügel curled his forehead. “How about the battle?” Clayton nodded. “Yes. The battle between The Protectors and the witches with the vampires. I saw a vampire offering a goblet to Sonya Duville…”

The professor was talking about the origins of the first Werewolf Packs, their alliances with the moon goddess, and the rise of Alpha bloodlines. Lily had always been a history freak, and the study of werewolf history had been one of the most interesting subjects she had ever encountered. She was so immersed in her notes that she almost didn’t notice the door opening. A loud voice echoed through the classroom, disrupting the flow of the lecture. "My bad, professor," the voice said with a distinct, unapologetic tone. Lily’s head snapped up, and for a moment, her eyes locked onto the door. Her breath caught in her throat.

Nick just pulled me out from the class while holding my hand. I stopped walking with him and said, "What are you doing? Are you mad?" "What did I do wrong? Your professor is a werewolf. He should respect an alpha wolf". Looking at me, he said. "What? My professor is a werewolf?" I repeated his words surprisingly. "Yesterday was your birthday. I wasn't there. So, let's celebrate today". He said. "What are you even talking about? You were there. We cut the cake together. Now, I don't know what the professor will think about me". I answered

“Charges? And who dares press a charge against the queen bee? You actually stood there and believed them?” “Alice—” “Have you gotten yourself another job lined up, Mr. Dean?” Alice folded her arms, her glare darting from me to the remaining boys, and then back to Professor Lucian. The professor’s expression remained perfectly calm. He wasn't fidgeting like I was. Alice clearly wasn't aware of my bond with the J4s, nor did she know that Professor Lucian was related to them—and she definitely didn't know we were all werewolves. At least, I was certain she didn't.

She turns her head a little more, but still not enough for me to see her properly when she says. “Lina” I smile to myself, and Hunter is going nuts inside my head and keep telling me to make her look at us, only by seeing her eyes I will know for sure that she is my mate. The professor enters the room, and everyone goes quiet. The professor is one of the werewolves working at the school and she bows her head to me when she sees me, I nod my head back to her and smile.