Nadia
I worked all through that evening and long into the night.
It was more than a little concerning how far my classes had advanced in my absence. Vincent’s tutoring, after all, had been focused on catching me up with the werewolf world at large, not on making sure I kept up with the reading for my Intro to Lycanthropic Literature gen ed. I had piles of work to do, more schoolwork than I’d ever been faced with.
But after only a couple hours, when I noticed how much of a dent I’d made in my checklist of urgent tasks, I realised something. Vincent’s tutoring had been effective – very damn effective. Before my leave of absence, I’d been drowning under the weight of my schoolwork, barely able to keep up enough in lectures to take notes.
Now, though, even with my fatigue and emotion
