Enzo
Nina’s confession hit me like a ton of bricks.
As soon as she described what she saw, I was reminded of a conversation I had with the dean the day prior…
The dean called me to her office to tell me something urgent. I was there in mere moments; having the ability to teleport was one of the werewolf traits that I appreciated the most sometimes.
“Oh, good,” she said, sitting at her desk. “Take a seat.”
I sat across from her. “What’s so urgent?” I asked.
The dean rubbed her forehead and sighed. “You haven’t been shifting on campus, have you?”
“No, of course not,” I replied. “I know better than that.”
She nodded and clasped her hands in front of her on the desk. “Students have been reporting sights of shifters on campus. Just last week, a girl claimed that she was followed home a
