He shrugs his shoulders indifferently. "You haven't been a werewolf for too long, it's not a big deal," he tells me and I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "You're the youngest werewolf here, which will put you at a disadvantage," he adds, causing me to grunt.
I rub my fingers across my temples. "Where do I meet you for training tonight?"
"I'll come collect you. What's your last class?" Professor Florentino asks.
"Transfiguration."
Irritation flashes across his eyes, probably annoyed that he has to spend his time training me. I'm not looking forward to him venting his frustration on me during drills tonight. He nods his head, and without another word, Florentino heads back inside the academy.
Crap, I really need to get my hands on a portal bomb if their plan is to leave me exhausted like this all the time.
With a groan, I pick my feet up and head back to my room.
