Seeing his werewolf form made Luka realize that even though they're all werewolves, they still had different shapes and sizes. Maybe it depended on how their human form looked. Luka got curious on how his werewolf form looked like. He couldn't see it yet since he only transformed during full moon. 

"This is what you'll learn all semester long," said Professor Viklund, still in his werewolf form. "It is imperative for you to be able to transform at will so you don’t feel the pain you’re feeling whenever it’s full moon. You just have to transform at will and wait for the wolf to take over.

“Now, this is going to be very exhausting for the first time, because your body still hasn't adapted to your new form. But when you know how to generate your power..." he shifted back into his human form, "you can transform whenever you like," he continued. 

And he shifted back into his werewolf form, and his human form, back to werewolf, and his human form.

"Professor," Luka raised his hand, stopping him from shifting again.

"Just call me Niels," requested the man. "What is it that you want to ask?" 

"Could you please explain about those shorts you're wearing? Will that be issued to every werebeast and shapeshifter?"

"Great questions," answered Niels. "These are the invention of Erebus' own alumni, Chisato Fume, Meiyi Jiang and Greta Von Bosch. It's called the shifting suit. It is designed to cover our human body and disappear on our werebeast form. You will only get the permission to buy these when you pass this class." 

He kept taking questions from the students before starting the class with theoretical studies. From the folklore, to anatomy, to physiology, to psychology. Right when they were almost close to discuss the powers, the clock stroke one. Niels dismissed the class.

The students left the class mumbling how fast the time went.

Ariane and Luka went separate ways because Luka had to go to his biology classes in Zarate Hall while Ariane stayed in Castlemaigne Hall to meet some people of her new club.

Zarate Hall was the academic building mostly used for biology courses. It was located just between Castlemaigne Hall and Esperanza Hall that overlooked the quad. He passed the arched doorway and entered the elevator with two chitchatting girls.

The elevator went up to the second floor. The door opened and the two girls walked out. When the doors were closing, a guy came out of a classroom and eyed the elevator. 

He just waved his hand, not yet shouting for Luka to wait for him, but Luka already pressed the button, so the door reopened. He made a jog into the elevator. 

"Thanks, mate," the curly haired guy said. 

"No problem," Luka replied. 

Once the elevator reached the fourth floor, Luka was the only one who got out.

Luka had three classes on Monday, spanning from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. with one-hour break in between. In his last class, other kids were already talking to each other, as if they had known each other for so long. He silently slid to the third row from the back, not too far from the crowd yet not in the crowd. 

Then a familiar looking guy came in and he looked up to the rows of desks. He had curly brown hair and skinny body. It's the guy from the elevator earlier. Their eyes met. Luka smiled. The guy smiled back before making his way toward him. 

"Hey, mate, is that chair empty?" he asked while pointing at the chair beside Luka. He had a unique way of saying R and T. 

"Yes," Luka answered. 

"Cool," he pulled it out and sat there. "I fell asleep in the library earlier, I thought I was late." 

"The library is so awesome," commented Luka. 

"More like daunting," the curly guy added. "Seems like it can smell fear and will create a maze to fuck with us if we need a book fast." 

Luka laughed. "Yeah, that would be quite scary," he agreed. "I'm Luka, by the way." 

"Finlay," said the curly guy. "Hey, ye're the guy who were hammered on club fair, aren't ya?" 

Luka clicked his tongue. "Yeah." 

"Jaysus, mate, what happened?" asked Finlay. 

"I accidentally hit the other guy with a baseball," answered Luka. "His friend came and beat the crap out of me. I know his face was crushed pretty bad, but he can auto-heal. The friend is a vampire though." 

"Is he?" Finlay looked baffled. "I'd say that was the weakest vampire versus werewolf I've ever seen. Oh, maybe that's because we're in Erebus."

"So you've seen a lot of vampire versus werewolf fights before?" 

"Oh yes. Crazier shites have gone down in Ireland. Pretty sure that half of the population is us, fairies. And with that many fairies, inexplicable happenings don't rarely occur." 

So this guy was a fairy. Luka sized him up from the bottom to the top. He looked... normal. No wings, no pointed ears, no glow, no fairy dust. He didn't look overly attractive either. His head was bigger than his body due to his curly hair, his teeth were a bit crowded, he had freckles on the bridge of his nose, and he's the whitest person he knew. In fact, the thing that convinced Luka about his race from his appearance was his startling green eyes and his incredible smell. Seriously, he smelled like fresh-picked roses and newly baked muffins. 

"The only werewolf in Canada I know is my mom," Luka replied. "So I've never seen what I just saw here." 

"Is yer family the type that tells the kids about what they are on their coming of age? 'Cause as far as I know, Canada is the melting pot of all the supernatural beings. So many land, so little people." 

"Is your family too?" 

"Yep. Had to convince myself I'm not a Disney princess when birds followed me around." 

Luka laughed again. He immediately closed his mouth when a 40-something pale man came in. To his surprise, the man sat somewhere in front of them, in the row of students. He had thought he’s a TA or even the professor.

"I didn't know sired vampires can apply to Erebus," commented Finlay. "Most vampires here were born." 

"Oh, you mean he became a vampire through a bite?" Luka lowered his voice. "Sired vampire. I see." 

Finlay smiled. "It's nice to have someone to talk to in this class. There are not many fairies reading biology." 

"Why is that?" asked Luka. 

"We don't need to study biology to understand the living. And not many of us are interested in becoming scientist. Fairies mostly aspire to be lawyers, like me mammy." 

"Why do you choose to major in biology?" 

"Following me dad’s footsteps, I think. He's a surgeon. I'm thinking of becoming a pharmacologist. I should read potions for my fairy course, but so that the aul dear won't get jealous, I'm reading fairy law instead." 

"Wait, fairies have specific courses?" 

"Don't werewolves too?" 

"Nope. My course is only werewolf." 

"Wow, that's so lucky of ya. We have specific major because we are going to work for the council, I think. That's why we have to go to Erebus, otherwise it's not necessary." 

The chattering of the students faded. A woman just came in and took the podium in front of the class. She arranged her things before she opened the lecture. 

Just like other lecturers that day, she told them that she was only going to give out syllabus and the list of books they required for the whole semester. She also said she wanted to get to know them, starting with introducing herself. She was just telling them about her job outside Erebus when the door was opened. Two guys came in wearing sunglasses and clothes that covered their whole skin. One of them wore a checkered scarf on his head. Without saying a word, they came in, looking for empty seats. 

It's them. Raoul and Bashar. 

Luka gulped as Raoul came walked closer to the rows of desks. He looked up and paused. The black dressed guy took off his sunglasses and stared at Luka dead in the eyes. Then he turned around and sat next to his friend. 

Finlay noticed them. "Isn't that..." 

"Yes, it's them," answered Luka. 

"What are you..." 

"I don't know." 

The professor wasn't bothered by their tardiness that she continued talking without bringing them up at all. After that, she started the roll call. Oh, God, why? The campus was already facilitated with Wi-Fi based biometric attendance system. They just had to login via class Wi-Fi and scan their fingerprint on the Erebus app. This roll call era was supposed to be long dead. 

Now the vampire would find out his name. 

"Bashar Al-Falih," the professor called the first name. 

Raoul's friend raised his hand. 

"He must be a ghoul," whispered Finlay. 

"How do you know?" asked Luka. 

"9 out of 10 Arabs in Erebus must be ghouls. And 10 out of 10 ghouls must be Arabs."

"They all must be pureborns."

"And you are purely knackered. The vampire can suck your blood to death and the ghoul will eat your corpse until there's nothing left. It's been brief, but it's a pleasure knowing you, mate."  

"Lukas Cunning," the professor called him. 

He raised his hand. Too bad another guy gestured the same way that the professor had to say, "Whoa, which one of you the real Lukas Cunning?" 

They all turned their heads toward them, including Raoul and Bashar. Bashar leaned toward Raoul and whispered something. Raoul mouthed, "Oui." 

"I am," answered Luka. 

"Sorry, Ma'am," the other guy grinned. 

"If the name was John Smith, then I would believe there are more than one person," she said. "Non-terrans usually use that way too common name." 

"My name is John Smith," the other guy sounded surprised. "Nah, kidding." 

The class giggled. The professor shook her head and told them a story of a mistaken identity while Finlay whispered to Luka, “Yer name is actually Lukas?”

“Yeah, nobody ever really calls me that though. It’s always been Luka.”

“Ya don’t look like a Lukas,” Finlay shook his head. Luka was just going to respond, but Finlay added, “Ya don’t look like a Luka either.”

“But you’re exactly a Finlay.”  

“Hey...”

Then the professor continued reading her tablet, "Raoul d'Auvrecher." 

This time, the class gasped. Whispers and low voices were heard all over the place. Raoul raised his hand. 

Finlay turned to Luka with eyes with the size of ping-pong balls.

"What?" Luka asked cluelessly. 

"Are ye fucking shitting me?" the fairy almost shouted. "He's a d'Auvrecher, mate! Ya should be grateful ye're still here." 

"What's a d'Auv..." 

Finlay almost slammed open the book he was carrying. He browsed the pages and stopped at one certain page titled Jean-Philippe d’Auvrecher. Wait a minute, Luka’s cousins had told him about this family. Due to the different ways Ariane’s brothers mentioned it, the name kept getting mispronounced.

The pages explained that he was the first vampire ever recorded in history that was able to procreate. However, his children could not have children of their own, which probably the reason why he kept fathering children who became successful on their own. Together, they built one of the most powerful clans in supernatural community.

According to his cousins, Jean-Philippe d’Auvrecher was even Erebus’ biggest sponsor, with at least five children working there. His ninth child was even the board director.

While according to Gisley, Lenz’s werewolf wife, the d’Auvrechers were nothing but bullies. Her favorite professor had been fired because she refused to let one of them passed her class.

It's all coming back to Luka now. So Raoul was that d'Auvrecher. If they could make a professor hit the sack, it wouldn't be so hard for them to kick him out. Or even kill him. He should be more careful from now on. Or was it already too late?

"Finlay O'Faircheallaigh." 

"It's Finley O'Farrelly, Ma'am," Luka came back to himself when Finlay shouted. 

The class was dismissed not long after the roll call. The professor was the first to leave. Finlay got up and was ready to go when he realized Luka stayed still. He turned to the two nocturnals who sat in the front row. They also stayed still. 

"Come on, mate," he called him. 

"I'm gonna wait until they go first," muttered Luka. 

"If ye wanna avoid him, ye should've left with the crowd earlier," Finlay sat back. 

"What? Why? You can go." 

"Not a chance." 

The last few students were starting to leave the class when Bashar got up and stood in front of his friend. They were talking, but Bashar glanced at Luka who was observing them anxiously. He, too, was asking Raoul to leave. And then there was no one else in the room. 

"Fecking told ye," murmured Finlay. 

Luka gulped. He looked up and found two CCTV cameras on the corner of the room. If shit went south, he would have proof that he didn't start it. And he swore that he wouldn't start anything. So he sat there in silence. 

"Didn't I demand not to see you again?" Raoul's thundering voice was just one decibel away from making Luka jump in shock. The guy in black coat turned his head toward him. There were two rows between them, but remembering how swift and strong he had been the last time they met, Luka still had to be more agile in case he attacked. 

"I guess Erebus isn't big enough for me to do that," he replied.

"It is. You just need to put some effort." 

Luka lowered his dark blonde eyebrows, "Or what?" 

The corner of Raoul's lips raised, giving Luka an ominous smirk. "Or I will."