One week in, and I've already settled down pretty well into my routine here. I teach my classes, I work out with the training regime set up by the university, I go to certain lectures I find interesting. Overall, my wolf and I are loving it. Even the training courses aren't that bad. Or at least, they're not as intimidating as the ones in Sparta.
"Hey, Mia," I'm called after as I'm walking through the campus grounds. I turn around to catch Tyler, one of my sparring partners from physical training, running up to me. He's one of the coaches. Well, he was the best student-athlete the year prior, so he's getting to assist the class this year.
I haven't asked, but Tyler seems roughly my age. He looks like he's in his early twenties, and it's no shocker that his body is meticulously lean and w
