Cassy pov
Miss Murphy was a stern yet talented teacher. She demanded attention at all times, which was great. By the time she was done explaining how our lycans would slowly wake up from their deep slumber, I had memorised the entire process. Their senses slowly wake up and slowly improve. The senses of smell, hearing and sight. Then, they would wake up to communicate with us in our heads.
I smiled at the memory of how I could smell Elliot’s scent. Lemongrass. I had never thought that I would love that smell but here I am. I simply loved it. We were taught that we needed to connect with our lycans so that when we shift we would be completely prepared for it. I guess I would have my own best friend in my head. Now that made me think. Elliot would also have his best friend in his head alr
