Those damn werewolves.
Michael didn`t know why he had thought everything would be the same when he returned to work after his leave of absence. For some unfathomable reason, he`d thought the werewolves would continue pretending to be like everyday students and teachers as they had before, and he would continue as their teacher and co-worker as he had before.
How very deluded he was.
The first big change was that his werewolf students all started calling him Luna as soon as he entered the building.
“Good morning, Luna!”
“How’s it going, Luna!”
“Luna, do you want to see my picture I drew?”
“Luna! Why aren’t you living with—”
He just managed to stop the last one talking by tapping his newspaper against their mouth, surprising them, before giving them all a deep frown, but there were
