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“And?” he heard himself ask even as his chest started to constrict.

“It doesn’t.”A tear slipped. “I w-want to be with you. I thought I’d eventually c-change my mind...but w-when you called me my love, I wasn’t...happy.I was...” She inhaled unevenly. “I was terrified. All I could think about was,no,I have to get away before you hurt me again.” She lifted pain-darkened eyes to him. “And I don’t think the fear’s ever going to leave, Professor.”

Chapter Three

Kassia woke to the smell of bacon and eggs...and the sight of a big, black wolf next to the bed. Even though it was silent and motionless while staring at her with unblinking, vividly green eyes, the power and danger emanating from it was unmistakable and palpable.

“Holy cow!”

It was enough to make Kassia sit up in shock, her mind transitioning from the hazy depths of sleep to instant, panic-stricken wakefulness.

The hotel bedroom, which she had thought gigantic last night, now felt claustrophobic. Fear deprived her of rational thinking, and all Kassia could think was that she was alone with a wolf.

A wolf!

Kassia wanted to scream.

The wolf was going to eat her.

No matter where she went, no matter how fast she moved, the wolf would still catch her, and she was—-

Being laughed at.

Kassia blinked, squinted, and rubbed her eyes several times, but when her gaze narrowed back at the wolf, she realized she hadn’t imagined the amusement gleaming in its green eyes.

Holy cow, but the wolfwaslaughing at her.

Common sense returned in a flash, together with crucial memories. Swallowing, she ventured, “P-professor?”

The wolf’s head moved down.

Her eyes widened. It had nodded at her, hadn’t it?

“Y-you’re really the professor?”

Another nod.

A sigh of relief escaped Kassia, and when the gleam in the wolf’s eyes blazed more brightly, she knew the professor was laughing at her still. “It’s not funny,” Kassia protested. In fact, she could feel how her heart was beating like a madman pounding a hammer, and even now her mind was reeling—-

The wolf was the professor.

The professor was the wolf.

Her fingers curled tightly against the sheets as she worked to get past the anxiety-inducing truth. In front of her, the wolf suddenly moved, and Kassia stiffened instinctively.

At her response, the wolf stilled and inclined its head, as if asking if she was okay.

Forcing a smile, she stammered, “Sorry. I’m still adjusting.” It was pathetic, but it was the truth, and she didn’t want to lie to the professor.

The wolf slowly nodded. Then it inclined its head towards the bedside table, and following its gaze, Kassia saw the note lying on top. Taking it, she recognized the professor’s handwriting, which was almost old-fashioned in its precision and beauty.

Fresh change of clothes has been prepared in the bathroom for you.

Breakfast is also waiting.

When you’re done, I’ll be accompanying you back to school in Lyccan form.

Yours,