Not the Enemy

We both exchanged a glance and before we could say anything, Mr. James spoke up. "I suppose you're wondering why I called you both here today," he started.

Then he moved out of his seat and slid to the glass window, pointing his sharp gaze outside heading to the rugby field.

"But before we begin, I want to clear the air. The other day, when we bumped into each other outside the campus, it was due to an urgent matter. My intention was not to hide but to ensure the school's safety."

Karen and I were both skeptical of what he was talking about. But we both had the same question in our minds. "What do you mean by the school's safety?" I asked him, still trying to comprehend his words.

Mr. James hesitated for a moment and then he said, "I'm not an enemy here, Melvin, Karen. But I cannot deny the fact that we have a common enemy- the monsters that are lurking in this city. We are all werewolves to some extent, and we are unaware of our potential. But I believe we can wo