“Excuse me ladies and gentle men,” Lord Mayor said to a host of teachers that hastened outside once he alighted with his shifters.

With his bulky, scary looks that struck resemblance with owl, no one could avoid his presence.

The school proprietor Mr. Davidson was out too to address the tuxedo-suited men with hostile faces and steamy eyes that held fire.

Julius and I could steal a glance at them from our hide out in the school’s garden. The men were in their numbers, the same numbers that raided our house and murdered my parents like kitten the other night.

Seeing the calmness that hung on their faces and the...