Luka’s face landed on the dancing tarsier’s ass. He was lucky that the tarsier’s tail grew out through one of the pants legs instead of through a hole on the butt. Immediately, right then and right there, Luka just knew that he would be stuck with Matthew forever. 

"What the heck?" the other guys who were standing looked down at them. 

Luka’s group members told the actives about what happened. One shouted about a certain potion, the other answered that he hadn't made any since school just started. In an instant, Matthew was surrounded by Delta boys.

“Fucking warlocks,” one guy grumbled.

“Come, come, let me see,” said the other.

Somebody waved his hand in front of the tarsier, and his whole body was rigid. His eyes opened even wider. The veins on his hairy neck popped. Blood came all the way up to his head, making his entire face turn red. Then he opened his mouth, and a drop of blue liquid flew out of it. As the liquid was pulled out, the tarsier gradually turned back into Matthew. Once it's all out of his system, he collapsed to the chair. Shocked, weakened, humiliated.

The floating liquid then disappeared into smoke.

"Never touch anything in a warlock's house," one guy shook his pointer finger at Matthew like a nagging mom scolding her son.

“Especially if more than 30 warlocks live there," added the other.  

The group dispersed, leaving Matthew sitting alone on the chair. Luka held his arm and helped him up.

"Luka, is that you?" 

He looked up and found Wayne walking toward him. "Oh hey, Wayne." 

"Well, well, we’ve been waiting for you," Wayne gave him a solid high five. "Where's your group? Oh hello, welcome to Delta's house. What's your name? Hi, Matthew, I'm Wayne, everybody here calls me Moley though. Come here, Luka. Guys, guys, this is..." 

"The Bjornevik?" asked a big hairy guy. 

"No, I'm just their cousin," answered Luka. 

"You're a legacy?" Matthew's voice sounded in his head. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Because unlike you, I don't like to brag," replied Luka while smiling and nodding at the actives. 

"Hey, that was a joke," said Matthew. "That wasn't bragging. That was an outright lie." 

They rapidly met one Delta guy to another Delta guy. Some of their talks with them flowed easily and lightly, like this wasn't their first time meeting. Some others only asked one or two questions then moved along to other guys. And then, the group explored the house together. The bedrooms were cozy, bathrooms were fine, TV room was good enough. It's not as luxurious as Gamma's and not as cool as Iota's, but it's a satisfying man-cave. 

They came into the office room where they displayed their trophies and certificates. Luka was even more confused seeing at least eight mini Agmi cups on the top shelf. 

"We just saw the bigger one in Beta's house," he said. "What are these?"

"These are only some of the replicas," answered their tour leader, a bony Ghanaian guy named Ohini. "We always made one after we won the Agmi." 

"The one you saw in Beta's house is the real one," added a guy with long black hair and nose piercing named Kiowa. "It's a perpetual cup. The winner may keep it until we have the next winner."

"Too bad I didn't get to bring it back home during my presidency period," sighed Moley. 

"Beta Alpha has won the cup these past two years..."

“Last year,” Moley corrected Ohini. “We won it two years ago.”

“Um, yes,” Ohini cleared his throat. "Which is why we are desperate to win it this year." 

Strange, none of the Bjorneviks had told him about Delta’s interest in Agmi before. They had mentioned about the match, but not about how eager they were to win it every single year.

Ohini led them out of the office room to a wall full of photographs, claiming that those were their most respected alumni while stating that the focus of their fraternity was group and individual growth. One of them was particularly special because he was a warlock. His name was Salvador Izaguirre. He had chosen Delta Pi Kappa over Iota Alpha, allegedly because he thought Delta was better for him. 

This guy had done what Mohan asked Luka earlier. There's no way Delta had not had fairies in their composite back then, but Salvador had looked past through it, joined them and now became one of the most respected alumni of Delta Pi Kappa. What an inspiration. 

The youngest one on the wall was a guy named Denali Goodman. He was a 25 year old man who worked for the Parliament of Werebeasts and the founder of an organization that focused on werebeasts’ mental health. Luka reminded himself to get to know him more.

"What about this guy right here?" asked Matthew. He pointed at a photo of a blonde haired guy shaking hands with an important looking man while holding a plaque. "He looks uncannily like someone here." 

So that’s the photo Sepp had bragged about. He actually had his photo on the Wall of Legends.

Moley chuckled. "This is your friend's cousin," he answered. "His name is Joseph Bjornevik aka Sepp. He's the second Bjornevik brother who pledged for Delta from a total of four. I think Luka knows better about him. Tell him about Sepp, Luka." 

The other group members gasped. They were surprised that this quiet guy was actually a legacy.

"Uhh... actually, I don't know much about what he did in Erebus," answered Luka. "I just found out that we're werewolves on my coming of age. Yeah, my family's like that. All I know about him is that he teaches math in a university in New Zealand, already married to a human, and has a baby. Oh, and he has a longer hair now." 

"So what's he like when he was here?" asked Matthew. "What is so respectable about him?" 

Ohini was just opening his mouth when a shadow fell on him and a bigger guy stepped up on his behalf, "He's the only Delta alumnus who finished college in three years, graduated with summa cum laude, and managed to cause two menacing vampires expelled from Erebus." 

The first thing Luka noticed was his quiff hair. It was red, vivid and distracting. He also had similarly ginger stubble on his face. His build was tall and athletic, wearing a fitted white shirt with two upper buttons loose and rolled sleeves. The shirt was tucked under his black pants with matching belt and shoes, showing off the perfect ratio of his shoulder and his waist. There was a tattoo on his inner arm. 

Red hair? He's the guy that Ariane had talked about! 

"Yes," he continued. "He had problems with vampires too. As you said, uncanny." 

And he knew about Luka's fight with Raoul. 

While the group was murmuring about the reason why he said 'too', Ohini cleared his throat. "Gentlemen," he said. "Our former three-time president and current alpha of the werewolf class, Brayden McAskill." 

Jesus Christ. Was he for real? Three-time president? But the president now was Moley. That meant he'd been in Erebus for more than four years now, since he couldn't be a president when he had been a freshman. He’s the opposite of Sepp then, especially knowing that Sepp would never be the alpha. 

Brayden smugly smirked. "I hope you guys have a good time here," he said. Then he turned to Ohini, "Have you showed them the study hall?" 

"We're going there now, Brayden," answered Ohini. There was this submissiveness in Ohini's tone. He wasn't like this when he talked to Moley, the current president of the house. This Brayden guy was definitely a force to be reckoned with. "Let's move on, guys." 

They flocked together, following Ohini, Moley and Kiowa. While going there, Brayden slipped behind Luka and stated, "Never thought I'd stay long enough to have another Bjornevik rushes for Delta." 

"I'm just their cousin," Luka was so tired to have to explain that again. 

"Same legendary genetic." 

"So is Frode Aspelund then." 

"Don't tell me you don't know that he works for the Parliament of Werebeasts." 

Oh, yes, that side of the Bjornevik family had been working for the parliament for generations. He'd just had no idea that it included Frode. 

"So what's your deal with Raoul d'Auvrecher?" Brayden shot the dreadful question. 

"It was an accident," Luka stopped walking and talked face to face with the senior active. "I didn't look for trouble and I never will." 

"You kicked him in the face though." 

"As a way to defend myself." 

"Did you know he's a d'Auvrecher?" 

"Even if I did, I'd still have to defend myself. Would you let yourself be strangled if you were me?"

Brayden smirked again. 

"I would love to have you here, growing as a legendary werewolf brother you're inherited to be," he said. Ariane was right, there was something distasteful in the way he spoke. "But if you come here to find sanctuary from the d'Auvrechers, you will never get it. Delta can't help expelling Raoul d'Auvrecher from the university that his father built. So solve your vampire problem yourself." 

Brayden was just going to walk away when Luka grabbed his arm. He stopped and looked down at him. 

"I'm not here to kick Raoul d'Auvrecher out of here like Sepp did with those two vampires," Luka stated. "I'm not here to pit Delta against d'Auvrechers. I'm not here to follow my cousins' footsteps. I'm not here to become legendary. I'm here because I can be a better student, a better werewolf, a better person, with you and your brothers' influence. I may never be legendary, but I will make you proud." 

The smirk on Brayden's face disappeared as he stared at Luka's unswerving eyes. 

"Brayden?" Moley suddenly appeared from the other hallway. "Is there a problem here?" 

"Of course not. What are you talking about?" replied Brayden as he passed Luka by. "I'm gonna go check the food." 

Then he went down the stairs, leaving Luka and Moley on the hallway. The president beckoned to Luka. "What happened?" he sounded worried. 

"Nothing," answered Luka. "He just fanboyed about the Bjorneviks." 

"You sure?" Moley asked again. "Brayden can be quite intimidating sometimes." 

"Thank you for your concern," said Luka. "But everything's fine, really." 

"Good boy," Moley tapped his back. "Come, let's get your group." 

Brayden didn't come up to Luka again throughout the night. He was there, talking to other rushees and other Deltas while glancing at Luka from afar, but he stopped bugging him completely.

Good.

If there's anything that changed his mind about Delta, that would be him. Everyone and everything else about this fraternity made Luka feel at home. He liked all the guys and all their stories. Not one stuck up, snobby, self-absorbed guy who made him feel worthless. They asked what they wanted to know, not what they wanted to hear. And they showed respect to the Bjorneviks without putting so much burden to him like Brayden did. 

It's ironic how these monsters were more humane than the actual North American frat boys. One third of the current composite were werewolves, followed by fairies, mermen and aliens. There was no vampire there. Ohini told Luka that most vampires chose either Gamma Theta Pi, Theta Epsilon or Alpha Zeta Omega. And not a single d'Auvrecher had ever rushed for any Greek organization. 

"Don't worry," Vest told Luka when he mentioned the word 'vampire'. He was also a werewolf apparently. "The d'Auvrechers don't mingle with commoners."