"What do you mean by different?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lucian's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. "We'll discuss that later. For now, let's just say that not everyone here is what they seem."
I felt a shiver run down my spine. What did he mean by that? And what lay ahead for me at Moonridge Academy if I was different?
As I stood there, trying to process everything, I saw the driver standing on his feet, looking a bit shaken but otherwise okay. Lucian went over to talk to him, and after a brief conversation, the driver approached us.
"Alright, everyone," he said, his voice firm. "Let's get back into the car. We need to get moving."
I wondered how the other students were so calm about the new discovery of the school being for werewolves. Was I the only one who didn’t
