Andria’s POV
"For the new student in my class, I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Miss Clara, your history teacher." She looked straight in the eye, "And you are Aria, right?"
"Yes, that’s my na, Aria Wolfsburn."
"I don’t care about the surna though," she retorted, but not in an unfriendly manner, more like in a careless tone.
"You already know that I hate teaching this course, but I’ll teach anyway," she said, moving briskly to the front of the class.
She dressed like a hippie, and she looked fun and careless too
"Funny how she doesn’t like teaching the course, but she’s the best teacher so far," Damon whispered to , and I could feel a shiver run through my spine.
I blushed; no, I couldn’t be blushing. I tried to remove the expression on ti before I was noticed, but Damon had already seen it.
"Did you just blush? Miss stiff headed is blushing."
"In case you skipped the part where I introduced my na, my na is Aria."
Are they just used to giving people nicknas, or is it just because it is ?. I turned to the other side and caught Tristan and Aven glaring at Damon.
I was getting a weird energy from them. This sort of attention, I’m not really interested in it.
I hope I won’t get distracted throughout this session, as I’ll be sitting with these three. Perhaps I’ll ask the administrator in charge of seat arrangents to change my seat.
I can’t joke with my performance in school, now that I have sothing worth fighting for. One of the privileges of attending this school and achieving good grades, according to my prospectus, is that your wolf ranking may be upgraded.
Take, for instance, I wasn’t born a true alpha, but I made good grades so that I could be promoted to that. I didn’t see the need to fight for first place before, but after eting my wolf, I have a cause to fight for, although I haven’t identified my wolf’s ranking yet.
I don’t know my true family, so I can’t determine my accurate ranking. Lena is just lucky; I don’t understand why she still acted envious of . Anyway, maybe we are insatiable after all.
"Today, we revisit a fracture that shaped the very spine of our kingdom: The Great Sundering—the mont the vampire and werewolf alliance broke apart." Miss Clara glided through the classroom with ease, and unlike other lecturers, the class seed to pay attention.
The topic seed very captivating, even Aven had to look up.
Miss Clara turned to the projecting screen, which displayed an ancient film, and as the film played, she explained it in detail, but playfully, teasing each student from ti to ti.
"Centuries ago," she began, "vampires and werewolves stood as one. Bound not just by politics but by a threat from the underworld called ’the oblivion’ that threatened to steal what they stood for.
The vampires fought, but their forces were not enough; they sought the werewolves, who had they knew shared a common enemy.
They called themselves The Crimson Pact."
I leaned forward, heart pulsing with silent interest.
"Together, they were unstoppable. But power, as always, breeds fear and hunger and betrayal."
She paused dramatically.
"After they conquered ’the oblivion,’ and there was nothing else to fight, they turned on each other. Rumors spread that the vampires sought to dominate the werewolves since they were immortals. They started attacking smaller werewolf towns, clearing the n and taking so of their young females as slaves.
In retaliation, a sect of werewolves attempted to create a pureblood strain immune to vampiric influence." She tapped the map where the forest t the eastern ridges.
"And that was when the Dravari were born."
Damon stiffened. Even Tristan’s usual poker face twitched.
"Dravari werewolves," Miss Clara continued, lowering her voice, "were unlike any the world had seen, beasts of raw magic and unfiltered rage. They tore through friend and foe alike. Even their creators couldn’t control them. The Dravari turned on their kind, feasting or forcefully mating with she-wolf’s with distinct and evident heat scent."
Their existence forced the vampire to retreat from certain werewolf kingdoms.
"Excuse , Miss Clara, I have a question." I raised my hands. I was slightly confused, weighing what the witch had narrated and what my history teacher just said.
"I have heard about the Lunara-blooded she-wolf’s, where do they co in? I thought they also fought vampires."
"Oh yes, that’s rich coming from a new student, soone has been doing so research," she gleefully praised.
"Ok, concerning the Lunara blooded she-wolf myth, they were said to join the Dravari in fighting the vampires. They were one of the smaller packs attacked by the vampires and left with only won. They prayed to the moon goddess, and the moon goddess bestowed them with specific powers to help them mate and kill the vampires."
They beca immune to vampire bites, and they had unique scents that drew male wolves from other packs to them, their reflexes were sharper than any other werewolf’s reflexes, and these signs sotis show before they et their wolves, although they are considered myths."
That ans nobody knows the Lunara-blooded still existed. Could it be that I’m the last of my kind?
"Where are the Dravari now?" soone asked from the back.
"Scattered. Imprisoned. Supposedly extinct," Clara said. "But their bloodline is feared to this day, for it carries chaos."
Then she paced to the front of the class and continued, looking directly at .
"Apart from the myth of the Lunara-blooded she-wolf, there is the myth of the ’crescent hybrid’, a hybrid who is supposed to strengthen the wolf kingdom and unite them with the vampire or tear the wolf kingdom apart, reducing the wolf kingdom to nothing and giving the vampire kingdom the upper hand. But then again, it’s just a myth."
She winked at
I felt the words pierce through like tiny needles. A crescent hybrid and the Lunara-blooded she-wolf, they must be connected sohow.
I think history is worth studying, and that is my new favorite subject. I have a lot to read, not just because of the exams, and what better place to be than the library?.
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