The werewolves’ thoughts on human servants weren’t surprising. My own interactions with them on campus hadn’t endeared them to me. I’d been called vamp bait, a walking blood bag, and plenty others.
None of them knew what it meant to truly be a human servant or what it meant to be a child of two human servants. Hell, I didn’t even know what it truly meant. I wasn’t human, and I wasn’t a human servant. I had no vampire master or blood bond. I was a free agent, so to speak.
However, I wasn’t sure telling everyone exactly the extent of my abilities was wise. Whatever magic that let vampires live so long without aging was passed onto the humans bound to them. This also extended to their heightened senses and a quicker healing ability.
My mom and dad, Darren, were blood blond to Antoine. If Antoine died, they would die. If they died, Antoine would suffer but probably not die. Kind of a shitty trade off in my opinion, but I wasn’t the one bound to my significant other forever. Safe to say it was hard to break up and stay broken up.
For me, it was... different.
You couldn’t kill me by killing my master. You couldn’t hurt my master by killing me. Only my family attachments gave me a weakness, and I’d spent most of my life training to keep myself from being someone that could be used against them.
I wouldn’t start now.
“Well,” I eventually said, “we have to work together to pass this class. I don’t think they can pick on you for that.”
Flynn scoffed. “You’d be surprised.”
A voice cleared loudly.
I looked toward the sound, seeing the annoyed expression of the professor, and ducked my head, pressing my lips together.
For the rest of the class, I doodled while Flynn diligently took notes beside me. When class was over, he jerked his head toward my notebook.
“Not much of a note taker?”
I grinned sheepishly. “Not much point in taking notes on information I learned before I was ten. What about you?” I pointed at his filled notebook. “Did they not teach you all about the other supernaturals before coming here?”
“Not really.” Gathering his stuff, Flynn stood from his seat. “If you hadn’t noticed, werewolves are pretty pack centered.”
I rolled my eyes, sarcasm filling my voice. “Can’t say that I have.”
Shoving my things back into my bag, I followed him out of the classroom and into the hallway. Flynn lingered for a moment and then caught sight of a few beefy males glowering in our direction.
I arched a brow, curious to see how Flynn would handle this.
Suddenly, he turned to me. “Back off,” he said louder than needed, “I don’t care who your parents are. Don’t talk to me.” He kept his back to them, he winced and mouthed sorry before turning on his heel and marching in their direction.
I pretend to be interested in my phone, watching them out of the corner of my eye. The group of werewolves said a few things to Flynn, muffled by the noise of the students in the hallway. Four pairs of eyes looked in my direction before several of them laughed loudly, more of a bark really, and one smacked Flynn on the shoulder, almost knocking the smaller man over.
Hmmm. Poor guy.
I couldn’t imagine being the runt in what was basically a frat house. He couldn’t even move to a different dorm if he wanted. Even though my parents were promoting unity by having all the supernaturals going to the academy together, by separating us into different dorms it was pushing the separation even if they didn’t mean to.
Sighing, I contemplated what I should do next. It was too early for lunch. Xinyi had class still and... that’s it that was all my friends. Geez, how pathetic. In the month or so I’d been here, I had spent all my time with either Xinyi and Iris or Tate and Kyren. Besides, Tabby I didn’t have any other friends or even sort of friends.
Maybe I should just take a nap. Before I could head to my room, my phone buzzed in my hand. Peering down at it, I frowned.
Julian: For me, it was... different.
I started to ask why when another message came through.
Julian: Gym. Five minutes.
For a moment, I thought about ignoring him. I was still pissed at what he said to me yesterday. It would serve him right. He still acted like my superior even though we were equals in this mission. If either of us were in charge, it was me. Julian was only here to help me out when or if I needed it.
My phone buzzed again.
Julian: Please.
