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, ...