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Eryn POV I am sitting in the front row of the classroom and quickly realizing my mistake. Atticus has been droning on for over an hour about a war between werewolves and lycans that happened at some point in our history. Cassie kept me up ridiculously late last night, giggling and dry-humping Jackson while I was trying to sleep. She and I are going to have to have a serious conversation about her s*x habits when I am in the room. Lazily, I am resting my head on my hand and doodling on a scrap piece of paper. I am not soaking in anything that Atticus is teaching. I will have to read the textbook later. My eyes begin to grow heavy, and I can feel myself nodding off. Atticus walks by my desk, but I don't look up from my doodles. They are the only thing keeping me awake. Suddenly