Professor Lupin Wolf Novels & Stories

I shouted to no one, trying to control my inclination toward tears. My frustration was at its peak. A frustrated Alpha, a Lupine leader under extreme stress and tension to the point of being in a situation that he found traumatic, can turn into a wolf on the spot, regardless of the time of day or the phase of the moon. This had never happened to me, but I feared it. And that fear was why I kept my emotions in check, why many of the humans on Vukasin Island thought I was cold-hearted and aloof. But I’m not. I’m warm-hearted and sensitive. But I keep control over my emotions, for fear of the sudden change, which we call “Lupinization.”

she asked suddenly. I blinked. “Talking to what?” “The wolf,” she said, her tone serious. “Professor Elliot said it’s a part of you, right? So... maybe you should try communicating with it. See what it wants.” The idea was absurd, but something about it stuck in my mind. “I’ll think about it,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I meant it. The rest of the day passed in a blur. Lunch was uneventful, save for Kira’s occasional pointed glances. History dragged on as Professor Lenora droned about the politics of the supernatural council. By the time my final class ended, I felt drained.

She explained softly, and I gave a light chuckle. “Is that why you think he must be a wolf? You’re really funny, Monica and quite passionate about werewolf mystery stuff too. Do you wish to meet one in your lifetime? You might not know, you might have met one.” I said, and she gave a little laugh. “I might have met one?” She asked, sounding like she was talking more to herself than to me. “Yeah. Is that why you came all the way here? Because you think Professor Lucien must be a wolf?” I asked, and her eyes met mine. “No,” she said, and I raised a brow. “Because I know he is one.”

I didn’t understand what was going on. “She was just trying to get the gown on. He must have sensed her pain again and talked to her.” Alex explained to Luka through the door. “How did you know?” I asked. I didn’t tell her. “I am good at reading body language. I could tell one of the wolves was talking to you. You had a typical annoyed teen look on your face.” Alex giggled. One of the wolves? Did she know about the white one from my dreams? Were there other ones I didn't know about?

“No Alpha, elder or council can command the silver wolf. Only her whisperer. The last whisperer whom you can see in this picture was pure evil and she used the wolf for selfish purposes. This led to the wolf being cursed and the whisperer killed.” I leaned back in my chair. If everything the professor just said is true, then I have one mission. To become Lyra's whisperer. If I am the whisperer, I would control the most powerful wolf. That would place me above the Alphas. The mere thought made my lips stretch into a smile. “Why are you smiling? This is not a funny matter.” The professor snapped. “Indeed.” I cleared my throat. “I must return to training now.” I got on my feet and tried to hurr

Only forty seats were filled—twenty humans, twenty werewolves, deliberately interspersed. I ended up between Jenny and a werewolf boy who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. He had bronze skin, dark hair, and the kind of muscle definition that came from genetics, not gym time. "Good morning, students." The professor was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and absolutely no werewolf markers I could identify. Human? Here? "I'm Professor Martinez, and I'll be guiding you through Integration Studies. This class is designed to bridge the gap between our species, to foster understanding and cooperation."

“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.”

Folklore? However, he knew what the word “professor” meant. He shook the professor’s hand. “Wolford Damon.” – He introduced himself “Nice to meet you. An alpha of the pack, I presume?” Damon shook his head. He’s impressed with the human he’s now shaking hands with. He knows something about the wolf world. “No. But I was the Lycan king. We’re in the middle of the war here.” The professor nodded. “I hear you need a ride? I’m willing to help you in whatever way I can.”

“But there is so much more going on now and if it all gets out the whole pack could be in danger.” I heard him sit forward in his chair. “What don't I know Leon? You have been so distant from me lately. What are you keeping from me?” I turned and walked to the mini fridge and grabbed out two beers, handing him one before I sat back down. “We think she's a Royal. Juvia. That is why we think someone is so egger to get her.” “Shit.” I heard him say before we both took long drinks. “She is also having trouble connecting with her wolf. Until she was 18 her wolf was locked in the dark, unable to see anything or communicate and there are times when she sleeps that her wolf gets locked up again.”

“Winter, relax. I’m glad you have a way to get in if you need it. I’m not going to ask or say anymore than that.” I nodded and gave him a small smile. “Thank you, Principal Miles.” Glancing up at the wolf next to him, I couldn’t help but feel the teacher energy exuding from him. Some people were just made to be teachers or professors. This wolf was what you saw if you looked up ‘hot professor’ on the internet. Despite being young, he had glasses on that were a little thicker than your average cheater-reader glasses. He was wearing a button-up shirt but no tie and black slacks.