Emily At An All Boys Werewolf Academy!

Far superior

Emily's pov

Getting to class, I noticed a group of guys huddled together, their laughter echoing in the spacious room. A few others were scattered across the classroom, either leaning against the walls or slouching in their seats. The room itself resembled a gymnasium, with high walls and windows perched close to the ceiling. The lack of proper ventilation made me wonder if the architect had forgotten that, werewolves or not, we still need to breathe. Then again, maybe the design was intentional—to keep anyone from bolting out mid-lesson. I honestly wouldn't put it past the guys in here to do something like that.

I walked in, making my way to the far corner of the room where rows of chairs were neatly arranged. Choosing a seat near the door, I slumped down with my arms crossed and eyes closed, making it abundantly clear I had no interest in conversation.

I could feel their eyes on me the moment I entered, the weight of their attention pressing against me like an unwelcome tide. Maybe it was the fact that I’d skipped breakfast and was feeling particularly grumpy, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Let them stare.

Then came the first taunt.

“Well, if it isn’t the main character today. Princess, did you enjoy the little gift we got you?” a smug voice called out, breaking the silence. His grin was stretched so wide it was a wonder his face didn’t split in half. Laughter erupted from their group, and I could only assume their “gift” had made its rounds through the school gossip mill.

“Yeah,” another one chimed in, his tone dripping with mockery. “You actually managed to unite the school, Princess. You should be grateful. Coming from different packs, we naturally hate each other. But thanks to you, we all came together to give you that warm welcome.”

The smugness in their voices was unbearable, but instead of reacting, I clapped my hands slowly, the sound echoing mockingly.

“Fascinating,” I said, my tone laced with sarcasm. “Back home, as a young lady, I was always told that the boys sent to this prestigious academy were here to learn how to be upright werewolves—strong, disciplined, and honorable. Yet here you are, gloating about your hatred for each other and how you had to band together to gang up on a young lady like me. Honestly, don’t you think the academy should shut down and send you boys home to be homeschooled? Clearly, the she-wolves are far superior in thought processes and a lot less petty than you boys.”

Their smug grins vanished, replaced with scowls and tense expressions. I rolled my eyes. Small fries like them weren’t worth the effort.

“You—” the leader of their little huddle began, stepping forward as if he intended to escalate the situation. But his words faltered, and his expression froze. His gaze was fixed on the door.

Curious, I turned to see what had silenced him.

There, standing in the doorway, was the instructor. His piercing eyes swept across the room, lingering just long enough to make my breath hitch. He looked anything but pleased, his stern expression radiating disapproval. Great. I bet a hundred he heard my little jab at the academy.

As he entered, his steps were deliberate, each one echoing ominously in the now-silent room. When his gaze passed over me, I tensed, half-expecting a lecture or worse. But he said nothing, merely walking by without a word.

Relieved but not stupid enough to draw more attention to myself, I slouched lower in my seat, using the students in front of me as a makeshift shield. If I was already on his bad side, the last thing I wanted was to end up as an example in front of the entire class.