Chapter 20

"Professor Cox, told me about your little disruption in the oriental lecture hall. He described it as…disruptive." And by disruptive, the director meant bat shit crazy and questionable of the director to permit such a bully to their prestigious institution.

"He also threatened to take this matter to the Duke if you weren't punished accordingly," the director added, pulling at the collar of his shirt. He quickly cleared his throat and gave me a faint smile, his eyes falling to the bloodied napkin in my hand.

Nosebleeds were common for telepaths or telekinetics, our power was roughly based on how strong our minds and bodies were and the mind and body of our opponent. Symon was strong physically and with the help of his wolf, mentally as well. It took all the energy that I had left in me to put him to sleep or else I'd have been a lot bloodier or probably dead.

I didn't understand what was wrong with me. Why was I acting this way? I never used to let my anger get the