Maurice
I walked through the halls of our werewolf university, the weight of yesterday's events heavy on my shoulders. Despite my best efforts to maintain a facade of composure, I couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation that gnawed at my insides.
As I made my way to my first class, I noticed my friends—Elvie, Jasmine, and Justine—approaching me with concerned expressions. They knew about what happened at the Moon festival, and I could see the sympathy in their eyes as they drew near.
"Hey, Maurice, are you okay?" Elvie asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
I forced a weak smile, trying to reassure them that I was fine, but inside, I was anything but. "Yeah, I'm okay," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jasmine reached out and gently squeezed my shoulder. "You don't
