Evelyn’s POV
The clamor of the training grounds had subsided into an eerie silence. All eyes were on me, the lone human in a sea of werewolves. The professor’s face was a mask of disbelief, his usually stern demeanor giving way to visible astonishment.
“How did you get accepted into this noble institute if you can't shift?” he muttered under his breath, though the entire class could hear his incredulity. His eyes bored into me, and the frustration was palpable.
"I passed the interview, professor, and I'll be able to shift since I'm already eighteen. It's just delayed for some reason," I replied, trying to sound as respectful as I could.
The professor's eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “I'm sure. But you do understand that the core of our training involves improving our ability to harness our wolf?” He crossed his arms, his expression one of disapproval.