JUNIPER
Ethan looked good standing in the front of the classroom, lecturing about the tax system among werewolf packs. He belonged in charge, and he knew it. His posture was perfect, and his voice was a balance between firm and commanding, but engaging and encouraging. Even with his excellent teaching methods, most of the girls looked like they were in dream land.
Ethan was the best and worst kind of TA. He was skilled at his job, but his pretty face made the girls all around him get sucked into fantasies about him. It would definitely reflect on their grades later on.
I was also distracted in class, but it wasn’t because of Ethan—mostly. I had one of the orange flyers tucked under one of my notebooks on the desk. After class was over, I planned on talking to Ethan about everything goi
