At dawn Prof Duncan showed up in my room donning a tuxedo and sleeves with his tie loosely knotted.

I rubbed my eyes which burnt with the illumination that shot into my room. Although the wolf in me wanted to fall a few more enemies to their death, yet I was drawn and weak. I wanted to rest this head and catch a fresh virtue but the wolf in me kept yelling for more fall.

He raised a furrowed brow at me, “You have dark brooding eyes. You must have stayed up all night sketching your colorful wolves.” He thought, and gave me a toothy smile which I never expected...