Zak's head was clear when he walked into class the first time this week. Wednesdays were usually his Mondays. The old wooden desk creaked as he set his backpack onto it and began rummaging for his textbook. He did not want to be in school, but his mother always disagreed with him and made him go anyways. How could she understand what he was going through? She was more human than he was, and would never understand what it was like to have Romanian wolf blood to course through her veins.
His mother was part of a full Romanian blood line until one of her ancestors decided to mingle with a human. Blasphemy he thought to himself. He stared at the empty desk to his right, wondering if he should just move closer to the window.
His mother was part of a full Romanian blood line until one of her ancestors decided to mingle with a human. Blasphemy he thought to himself. He stared at the empty desk to his right, wondering if he should just move closer to the window.