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Larkin

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Chad

I felt great, refreshed even, after coming out of a capella practice. We were getting ready for a show on Friday and I was pumped. Performing and using my voice was something that never failed to make me feel alive, and I was looking forward to it. Best of all, I was going to have a solo part in one of the songs.

I definitely needed the pick me up considering how badly I was doing in Calculus. It was a general education requirement that I absolutely had to do, and I always was dismal at math, so I’d put it off until senior year. That had been a mistake. I had to go see Professor Rayten so I could at least show that I cared about passing the class.

But I was dragging my feet. Who wants to show up and admit that they’re teetering on the brink of failure? Not me, that’s for sure. I admit, I can be proud. That trait serves me well on the stage and the soccer field, but not when I’m faced with something like a

math

exam

.

Maybe pride is part of my personality as an Alpha. I’m not just your average college guy—I’m a wolf shifter from the Rock Ridge Pack. That would explain why I’m athletic, since shifters are stronger and faster than humans, and it would also explain why I’m musical—we wolves love to howl. But as an Alpha shifter, I also have a tendency to be arrogant. We rule the Pack, and everyone

knows

it

.

My parents were pretty bent on me going to college, even though I was convinced I could do well as a musician or an athlete. I could even coach grade school soccer. There were a lot of possibilities open to me even if I didn’t have a degree, but they were insisting on it. I was going to go with Kinesiology—the study of the body—but I had to get these stupid gen ed requirements out of the way. Math was the final one I had to complete.

As always, I felt a pang of guilt when I thought of college as a waste. Neither of my parents had been able to afford it. While they did all right for themselves, since the Pack made sure its members never went without housing or food, they wanted something better for me. They wanted me to be able to afford the luxuries they never could, and never have to depend on the Pack for basic needs.

So they’d sent me to Wolff College. It was founded by a shifter, hence the name, but there were plenty of humans in the community who attended as well, unaware of the true natures of their classmates. That was fine by us. I didn’t think humans would be thrilled about the idea that some of their classmates and coworkers and friends could turn into wolves. 

I checked my watch. It was almost time for Professor Rayten’s office hours. I’d never gone before, but I had to suck it up and do it. I couldn’t afford to fail this math class. It would mess up my whole schedule and my parents would have to pay for an extra semester. If I didn’t get another athletic scholarship for that semester, then I’d be shit out

of

luck

.

I just had to get this over with and then I could meet up with some of my soccer buddies for dinner. I walked up the steps of the mathematics building, wondering who would major in something so utterly boring. Yeah, yeah, I know math is important. But right at that moment, it wasn’t my favorite subject.

Professor Rayten looked pleased to see me. He was an older man, with wispy white hair and a tweed jacket and everything—the quintessential professor. I only knew him from his lectures—which were pretty dry—so I didn’t know if he’d be nice or not. I took a deep breath.

Hello, Professor,

I

said

.

It’s nice to see you, Chad, he said with a smile. 

I was surprised that he knew my name. The class was pretty big and I never spoke up. You too, I said. Um, I’ve come to ask if you could help me with the class…

Professor Rayten nodded. I do recall that you’ve been having some trouble, especially with the midterm.

I was embarrassed that he had noted my poor performance, but since I was here, I had to press on. "Yeah, I was wondering if we could do something

about

that

…"

"Well, I don’t think extra work would help you, based on