Chapter 9. Pack Psychology and Bonding

ARDEN

I gripped my hands to stop them from shaking as we arrived in front of the classroom for our first subject. I couldn’t help it. On our way here, most of the wolves had been talking about the ‘virgin’ who enrolled at the academy.

“Arden, you coming?” Tessa asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I nodded and followed after her. The classroom was even better than I had imagined. Or maybe I had just grown accustomed to the worn-out interior of the Hades dorm. It had a new yet antique feel. All the facilities were modern, but the design itself appeared quite classic.

I recognized some familiar faces in the room, although it seemed they didn’t care about my presence. I was thankful for that. My plan to lay low was still in action.

Tessa and I took our seats at the back, both a bundle of nerves. We were about to speak to one another when the door opened and the room fell dead silent.

The scent of fresh laundry mixed with sunlight and a teasing hint