Chapter 44: _ Mr. Fenrir
"Then she’ll be sorry," Liam said.
Sorry?
I shook my head. "They are never sorry for bullying me, Liam. None of them are."
I took his hand and never dropped it until we arrived at the school. The school was a two-storeyed building with a minimal compound range and closed doors.
Since we only taught teenage wolves here, our population was limited. As we entered the gates, a few students who were hurrying to their classrooms all greeted me.
"Good morning, Ms. Isleen!"
I could see the questions in their eyes probably from seeing me walk in hand in hand with Liam. I also saw how they awkwardly glanced at the boy. Everyone probably knew the story by now.
I and Liam went into the hallway which was a long corridor filled with ten doorways lining ether sides at regular intervals. Sunlight slanted through high windows at the far end, which illuminated the linoleum floor.
Across from the doorways were lockers that lined the walls. The staircase that led upstairs was tucked away discreetly at the opposite end. The class I teach was situated downstairs, so I scarcely went up unless I wanted to see the principal or go to the teacher’s office.
I stayed most of the time in class because we, the teachers taught a class each. The school had a total of seven classes.
From the first down to seventh grade which was usually the last. In seventh grade, a young wolf was expected to have their wolves fully awakened.