Orion's POV

Zoe’s secret made me uneasy. Her description conjured images of another werewolf in my mind. Just the day before, I had been summoned to the dean’s office. I had just finished my morning training and teleported there—a skill I particularly enjoyed using as a werewolf.

The dean appeared anxious, closing the door, windows, and drawing the curtains before speaking.

“Okay, sit over here,” she instructed sternly.

I took a seat on the sofa across from her. “What’s so urgent that you needed to call me here at this hour?”

The dean hesitated for a long time before finally sighing. “Have you been to any other departments besides the...