DAMIEN
I enter the Silverfang academy building with Yvonne trailing behind me, and step inside one of the classrooms without any prior warning. Professor Martinez's eyes narrow as he sees me, and he asks, "Is there anything I can help you with, Alpha Blackwood?" There is an edge of annoyance in his question. He doesn't appreciate me interrupting his class.
"Yes, I'd like one of your students, Emma, to come with me," I respond, and turn towards the seats. I find the brown, curly-haired boy sitting at the last bench. I didn't expect a smart boy like him to be a backbencher.
Martinez slides his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I see," he acknowledges, then calls Emma, who gets up from his seat.
The boy frowns when his eyes fall on me. His classmates whisper amongst each other, and I don't miss the flirtatious glances the teenage girls throw my way.
