“Yes I am. You’ve been a great help, thank you.”

To her dismay, he reluctantly let go of Azalea just when she had started getting used to him.

So that things don’t get any more awkward Azalea once again turned to leave the shed but his voice trailed behind her. 

“Didn’t you fear that I would lose control and hurt you.”

His voice was still slightly hoarse, and he licked his lips repeatedly while waiting on Azalea’s response indicating that he was thirsty and on the brink of dehydration.

“It’s not that I didn’t fear for my life and try to leave but you were reluctant to let me go.”

Azalea felt just as exhausted as the gray wolf looked, thinking about it she really had been too reckless with life and too trusting . 

“I took up too much of your time when you said repeatedly that you needed to return to class. The least I can do is escort you back to the boundary so that you don’t have to worry about getting caught.”

She nodded in return, “thanks, I’d like that.”

He scooped up the suppressants that were unused and stored them in his bag.

While indicating that she was to head outside and wait for him.

He did a double check to ensure they were leaving anything incriminating beside before he yanked on the chain to turn the light off. 

Outside, Azalea tried to remain calm on the inside as they skirted the sports field beside her. The young alpha was calm as if he knew what he was doing.

It wasn't the way that she came, where exactly was he taking Azalea?

They walked in silence to the corner of the sports field that was blocked by numerous trees and bushes.

Finally they stopped, this spot was exactly where the fence was the lowest and the trees provided cover so that Azalea could easily climb over undetected.

Just before she started to climb he stopped her and then without any further words he pressed something into her hand.

The gray wolf said confidently, “if any wolf or beast lower in ranking than me tries to bother you, just show them that tag or they will answer to me.

Before she could even thank him, he had already run off.

The token he left in the palm of her hand was a platinum dog tag with his name on it and what she assumed was a family crest. 

Azalea decided that the next time she laid eyes on Thorn Volks she would hand his dog tag back to him; it was obviously treasured by him and too expensive for her to keep.

Now that she was safely back over the conduit side of the fence Azalea was torn between returning to the dorm to pack her bags or return to the classroom.

Reluctantly, she chose the latter. 

Who was going to believe that it was her inner sprout that knocked them out with some sort of sleeping gas? 

How the sprout even manifested the sleeping gas, she didn’t know. 

Not knowing what to expect from Professor Lane she dawdled at the door for a bit waiting on the teacher and classmates to notice her presence. 

“We’ll talk about what happened earlier after class. Azalea, please go and take a seat.”

“We’re talking about the mental landscapes that both sentries and conduits have,” whispered Lana. “Mine is like a burrow, it makes my rabbit feel at home, what about you?”

“I have a garden…”

Before Lana could raise more questions about mental beasts Professor Lane addressed the entire class cutting off all private conversations. 

“At this time, we will vote to elect a class monitor for Class C-8. Now students please nominate your classmates and you can also raise your hand to nominate yourself for this position.”

To get into Mercy Academy students had to at least possess mental powers of C and above. 

Classrooms from 1 through to 8 were divided based on the strength of their mental ability. 

The higher the mental ability the more the user could rank up, the top class was A-1 and it contained those with A and above even the rumored S ranked users known as the Mercifuls.

Everyone below A level strived to get into this group because when they graduated they had the best jobs and brightest futures. 

They were also taught by renowned specialist teachers who were invited to Mercy Academy to teach the more advanced curriculums.

There was no lower grade than class C-8 and they were treated like the bottom of the barrel. 

Although C class conduits had mental powers, the strength of their abilities were very weak. 

When it comes to special events where they could win prizes for their classroom, they often couldn’t complete the tasks within the allotted time. 

Most members of class C-8 felt like walking embarrassments and would often not even try to participate in internal events. 

Used to being treated as inferior by those above them and often ordered to do inferior tasks, many became withdrawn and introverted.

So it wasn’t a big surprise that after Professor Lane stopped talking, no one raised their hand or jumped at the chance to be the next class monitor. 

“How about you Azalea, why not try out for the role of class monitor for the remainder of the term, it would give you a chance to become more familiar with your classmates.”

Still feeling a bit bad about how the sprout from her inner garden put her classmates to sleep earlier, Azalea thought this might be a good way to make it up to her fellow students. 

“That’s fine with me, Professor Lane,” she said while standing up from her seat. “I would really like to also take this opportunity to apologize to everyone for what happened earlier today. I promise to not let the class down any further and will take my role seriously,” said Azalea with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

“Final call, anybody else would like to volunteer?” asked Professor Lane.

No answer. 

“Show of hands, all that are in favor of Azalea being the next class monitor?”

Even though a few students were confused about what happened in class earlier it was not enough to prevent them from raising their hands and being in favor of Azalea.

It was a thankless job and no one else wanted the pressure of the additional duties and responsibility. 

“Well then,” smiled Professor Lane, “It’s unanimous, Azalea is now officially the class monitor for group C-8 please give her an enthusiastic round of applause”

A few scattered claps and cheers and after the ovation she sat back in her seat. 

She had to do something about the little sprout in her garden if she wanted to avoid trouble in the future. 

When the last school bell rang before Professor Lane dismissed the class she said, “Azalea, please come with me to see Dean Anderson.”