Chapter 388

SHAWN

Chemistry class turned out to be the most normal part of my day, which was ironic considering I'd almost vaporized a hallway thirty minutes earlier.

Professor Morrison was a middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and the kind of patient demeanor that suggested she'd seen everything high school could throw at her and remained unimpressed. She gave me a welcome-to-the-class nod when I entered, assigned me a lab station next to Chase, and launched into a lecture about chemical bonding that was actually interesting.

I took notes, answered questions when called on, and tried to pretend I was a normal student having a normal first day.

It almost...