Chapter 2

Josh's P.O.V

I walked into the lecture hall and the first person I made an eye contact with was a girl, a certain girl I bumped into earlier when I was looking for my lecture hall. We exchanged looks as I went all the way to the back of the hall. This was my first encounter with actual humans, after more than 20 years of war between the werewolves and the humans they actually reached an agreement that the werewolves should be at their territories and must never go anywhere near the humans.

Well, me being in this school was a secret, no one knew that I was a werewolf. My mom sent me to this college because human education is far much better than our education. I wasn't the only werewolf in this school, so clearly the werewolves did not really hold the end of their bargain but it was for our own good we were not bothering the humans, we came in peace.

As I sat in that front seat waiting for the lecture, through my super hearing senses I could overhear some of the conversations.

"Look at that guy at the back seat," a group of girls said.

"He's so hot," some of the girls replied.

"Wave at him," they said.

I glanced at them and pretended that I was hearing nothing at all.

"You guy's are so slow; I'm going to greet him," a petite four eyed girls said as she left the group of girls coming towards me.

I glanced at her as she came my direction. I had no intentions of making any friendships with humans because since I was young, we were taught that they were weak. And for us having the gift to change into human form during the day and get to be amongst this weak and vulnerable species was more than just a blessing. I sat there and this girl was still coming towards me with no signs turning back or telling her friends that she was kidding. Some of the guys noticed that she was heading towards me and just stared at me. The girls sat on the empty chair that was next to me.

"Hello, handsome," she greeted me.

I glanced at her "hi," I replied.

"I'm Samantha, and what do I call you?" she asked.

Human really had a bad way to make a first impression, and it made sense why they never got along with the werewolves. Humans had a nasty attitude and they liked acting like they were gods. My mom had told me to always be kind to them so I was actually following my mother's orders.

"I'm Josh," I replied.

"You look like you don't talk a lot Josh," Samantha said "do you have a girlfriend?"

I glanced at her without a word coming out of my mouth wondering why my mom brought me to this human school. 20 years ago, these things were just preys and now it seemed that they were forcing alliances between the werewolves and the humans. Now I was forced to be kind to one species that my ancestors used to eat once upon a time. As I was planning to replied this Samantha girl, the lecturer walked and I was now relieved that I wasn't supposed to say anything back to her because the lecturer was now calling for attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mr. Stevenson and I will be teaching you history," he introduced himself.

Samantha wrote her cell phone numbers one of my books and wrote "call me" at the bottom of those numbers.

The more I looked around the class and listening to Mr. Stevenson speaking, the more reasons I realized why humans were really means to be werewolf food. As my eyes were racing all over the hall, I became more irritated by their speech and body language but as my eyes went past everyone, I finally came across the girl I bumped into earlier, the same girl I exchanged looks with when I walked into that hall.

I stopped and stared at her without moving an inch of my eyes. For the first time in my life, I had an encounter with a human being that did not deserve to be eaten. She was pretty, she was the only one who wasn't having a petty conversation with anyone in the room. As I was staring at her she turned glanced at me then found out that I was also staring at her then she shyly looked away. I came back to my senses and by now the lecturer was already in the middle of his lesson.

"What do you guys believe about werewolves?" Mr. Stevenson asked.

Samantha became the only one to raise a hand.

"Yes, ma'am?" Mr. Stevenson pointed at Samantha.

"That they don't exist," Samantha answered the question.

Everyone in the hall laughed except for me, well would say it was because I was a werewolf. But werewolves have always been taught how to keep discipline.

"Very funny," Mr. Stevenson said "but that's incorrect."

A nerd looking boy raised his hand from the same row I was sitting in.

"Yes sir," Mr. Stevenson pointed him.

"Well, I don't know what it means," the nerd boy said "but I do know that there's a treaty which was sight years ago in order to bring peace between the humans and the werewolves."

The girls at the friend sit smiled and shook head like what the nerd boy said was complete nonsense. I sat on the chair thinking about how naïve humans were. The werewolves were all over but they needed to disguise themselves, so they were anywhere they could be anyone.

"Great answer sir," Mr. Stevenson replied.

The girl that I bumped into earlier raised her hand.

"Yes ma'am," Mr. Stevenson pointed her.

"Uhm, I have a question about this humans and werewolf story," she said as the class listened attentively.

"Go ahead," Mr. Stevenson allowed her to continue.

"Thank you, sir," the girl said "If we say this werewolf story is real how could these animals and human beings stand on common ground? Is it even possible for human and werewolves to coexist?"

The nerd boy raised his hand probably intending to answer the question. Mr. Stevenson who seemed like he was now starting to enjoy the debate pointed him. The girl asked a very good question and as I sat there observing, I was also asking myself how it came to pass that these two kinds of species came to coexist at some point. This is a question I hardly asked my mom or my dad.

"Mind you the werewolves have the ability to also be human, and if they can also be human then they can reason like humans do," the nerd boy said.

"But they are animals, how can an animal reason like a human being?" the girl in front asked.

"Look up the definition of werewolf in the dictionary or on the internet," the nerd boy replied.

The girl in front said nothing in return, it seemed that she didn't really love debates. The floor was back to Mr. Stevenson who was impressed by the debate that the nerd boy and the girl in front were having. It seemed to me that the girl in front didn't really believe in the existence of werewolves and that's one thing that she had in common with most of these naïve creatures.