Ancalagon follows me to my next class, anatomy of a human. This class, unlike the last is inside the big house. When we get there, he follows me inside the classroom.
“I didn’t know you were a human,” I say.
“I don’t have to be a human to take this class. I take the elf and Lycan classes too, but that’s mostly so I better understand how to defeat them in claimings,” he says, to me, looking around.
“This way,” he says, putting his warm hand on my back and guiding me to where he wants me to sit, beside Ajax. Ancalagon sits on my other side and I’m sandwiched in between the two of them.
“How was air class?” Ajax asks me.
“Good, I guess.”
“Did Zephyr figure out how you accessed your air?”
I glance an Ancalagon. “Cal says it’s because I was nervous or scared.”
Ajax nods. “That makes sen
