After what happened with Victor the previous day, I was in a sour mood the next day at school. But Werewolf History class made my day a nightmare.
I had been looking forward to the class all morning. The chance to be in the same room as William raised my spirits a little. But my mood took a turn off a cliff soon after the class started.
William smiled when he entered the room and saw me at my usual desk. I smiled back when he sat at the desk to my left.
“How are you doing?” William asked me.
“I …I’m good,” I said and smiled.
Miss Grant, the teacher, stopped any more conversation between us when she demanded everyone’s attention.
“Yesterday, I told you to read and study chapter twenty-three in your textbooks,” Miss Grant announced. “Today, I want you to write a short report on the cha
