Werewolf Academy Book 3: Instinct by Cheree Alsop Read Free Book Online Page A

smile.
    “Us, too,” Cassie said.
    Grace smiled at her in gratitude.

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    “Seriously? Economics and geometry? What are we, Einsteins?” Marky protested when geometry with Meredith had finished and they were trailing out of the classroom.
    “Actually, yes,” Meredith said.
    At Marky’s incredulous look, Meredith explained, “Werewolves are brilliant. You might not know it, but every year you have here at the Academy is equal to three years in a regular human school. Why else do you think the younger members of your packs are in the same classes as the older ones? We might give them easier problems, but you are all on a learning curve much higher than you would be if you went to a regular school.”
    “So you’re saying that geometry is hard because it is, actually, hard?” Marky asked. “I’m not dumb?”
    Meredith shook her head with a warm smile. “Quite the opposite. You’re all amazing. By the time you finish here, you’ll be head and shoulders above the students at any college you want to go to. The geometry I’m teaching is actually prepped for a college ten-ten course.” At their blank looks, she explained, “That means the type of course you would take your first year in college. By the time you guys are done here, we’re going to have a hard time finding enough classes to challenge you.”
    “You’ve already done it,” Pip said.
    “It’s not that bad,” Trent countered. “I’ll teach you.”
    “Thank you, Trent.”
    Meredith smiled. “That’s why we teach in packs, because each of you has your own strengths. Help each other keep up, and you’ll do just fine.”
    “I’m not so sure about some of those other packs,” Pip said when they left the classroom. “I mean, how’s the likes of Parker or Sid supposed to learn college level geometry?”
    Jericho stopped the small werewolf with a hand on his shoulder. “Careful, Pip. There are a lot of ears out here.” He gave the werewolf a smile. “Though not as big as yours.”
    Pip grinned, proud of his unusual large features.
    “But you’ve got to take care what you say and who you say it around,” Jericho warned.
    “I will,” Pip promised.
    The little werewolf hurried to catch up to Marky and Trent. Jericho shook his head with a glance at Alex. “That one’s going to get himself killed.”
    “He keeps us on our toes,” Alex agreed. He turned down the next hall.
    “Coming to dinner?” Jericho called.
    Alex nodded. “I’ll be there. I just left my notebook in combat training.”
    “Catch you later,” Jericho replied.
    Alex hurried down the hall. He hadn’t left his notebook in the classroom. In fact, he held it in his hand, but something kept him walking down the hall. He wasn’t one to put aside hunches. They had saved his life on more than one occasion, and he knew better than to second-guess them. The feeling intensified when the sound of commotion caught his ears.
    “Do it again,” someone said.
    Laughter broke out.
    “Look at it,” another voice called. “It’s hilarious.”
    A strange hissing noise came to Alex’s ears followed by more laughter. He jogged forward.
    “Throw it.”
    Alex recognized Sid’s voice. The sound made him bare his teeth.
    “Watch it squirm,” Torin said.
    A yowl of pain sent a shiver down Alex’s spine. He paused in the doorway at the sight of Torin’s entire pack in the combat training room.
    Against instincts that screamed for self-preservation, Alex asked, “What are you guys doing?”
    All of the werewolves turned at the sound of his voice. Several shuffled sideways as if trying to hide something from him. A scent touched his nose. He peered through their feet, trying to see the source. To Alex’s dismay, a little black kitten sat huddled on the floor in obvious pain.
    “Go away, Alex,” Torin growled. The kitten tried to walk forward. Torin kicked it back.
    Anger ran through Alex’s body. He stepped into the room. “Leave it alone.”
    Torin’s gaze narrowed.