ARTEMIS’ POV
(HOURS EARLIER)
A hard pang shoots through my chest, momentarily rattling my wolf. It puts me on the edge instantly, and I’m forced to sit upright, eyes scanning the vicinity for any signs of danger.
However, I see nothing except a class of bored students, then I relax into my seat once more. Weird.
The teacher standing in front continues to drone on about the biology of the werewolf, explaining how the larger organs shift along with the rest of the body during a turn. However, I'm too bored to pay attention.
Having already studied far beyond the current stage in class, school seems pointless to me.
If it wasn’t for father’s demand of an above average attendance record, most of my time won’t be wasted in conventional classrooms, learning things one can easily find in tex
