The Gold Digger

Pure-Blood College wasn't your typical high school. Sure, it had lockers lining the hallways and classrooms buzzing with pre-pubescent energy, but the occasional scent of a wolf or vampire hinted at a deeper secret hidden beneath the exterior of the normalcy of the school.

Gosh, I shuddered. I had such a phobia for humans and vampires. Back in Ravenwood, we were quite separated from them. But here, it was a whole hell of a mixed species.

Humans, as usual, were oblivious to the supernatural world co-existing with them. They mingled with werewolves, vampires, and the like, creating a unique social ambiance unbeknownst to them that some of us tore our own flesh and shifted into beasts while the other drank blood… their blood.

But for me, Nimue, a soon-to-be-eighteen werewolf with a pack full of bad PR, it felt like walking into a lion's den in a lamb costume.

Taking a deep breath, I entered the school, overwhelmed by the clamor of voices and the sheer scale of the place. Sunlight strea