Chapitre 30: Dreaded Games

They were almost out to the track field for today's training when someone said aloud, drawing their attention. "I bet trainings going to be brutal. I can't wait to see the humans failing woefully like the weak creatures they are."

Violet's head snapped towards the asshole who had spoken, and even without Lila, her human encyclopedia of information, judging from his words, she could already tell he was a werewolf.

Only those arrogant werewolves would find joy in human misery. Maybe she really was prejudiced afterall, because Violet still didn't believe in the concept of humans and werewolves peacefully coexisting in a school. It was a disaster waiting to explode in their faces.

The werewolf must have sensed her glare because he turned, and his gaze locked with her own. He looked momentarily taken aback, but then his eyes narrowed, and he growled, "What are you staring at, prey?"