Sarah POV
If it weren’t a little racist, I would call the scene I found when I walked into the principal’s office a zoo. The twenty-odd werewolves standing in the room were snarling at each other, accusing one another of violence and pride violations and all manner of things, talking over each other, and generally making no sense.
Then they noticed the new person in the room, and it all focused on me.
“Here’s the human w***e,” one of the women, I presume someone’s mother, said, pointing at me. His frizzy blond hair seemed to straighten slightly with her rage. “How dare you bring that untrained b***h to my child’s classroom?”
“Now, now,” said a male werewolf I assumed was the principal from his gray suit and red face. “There’s no need for such language.”
But the sentiment is fine, I th
