Bk 4, Ch 3: Rose

Nothing is better than a hot coffee on a cold morning. I slid into my werewolf legends class, and sipped from my insulated mug while I waited for the professor to start the class. I looked at some of the students who had chosen to take this class this semester, and noticed most were older than me. Probably seniors. 

“Learning about our kind so you can fit in?” Matty slid into the seat next to mine. “Because it won’t work. You smell too different, freak.”

I rolled my eyes. “Get lost, asshole.”

“No,” he said. “I like this seat.”

“Fine. I’ll,” I started, but didn’t get to finish because the professor walked in,