A human girl and a werewolf man in white uniforms approached.
"Stay still! Open your hands." The girl instructed, wearing a frown at them.
They neared them and with the devices in their hands began to scan the injuries. Their features were as if they returned from the battlefield but the scans were fine. They exchanged a glance in amazement and then the girl said.
"We heard that you have a rib crack near your heart but the device shows nothing!"
Bo's head tickled at that. Now how should they explain this? The hunters' powers were unknown to the folks.
"Maybe the device that Aligner Elan used had made a mistake! Machines won't work properly sometimes." Delun gathered up that and then pointed to those black wounded faces adding, "Look, these need serious retains! I don't want miss girls."
The joke made the man and the girl smirk. They walked to the infirmary but heard giggling noises that were mocking them. They looked up and on the fourth floor of dormitory two fays and two half-breads ducked their heads out of the corridor's window.
"Hey, Bo! I have told you that you are just a flash in Nan's pan! You are dreaming bigger than your size and it is bootless." Mark Eltherin mocked. He was a rich fay from a famous family. His grandfather was Reona Eltherin, a high ethereal fay in the king's parliament.
"Yes, the bite that you clasped is way bigger than your butt. Useless humans." This one was brought out from his cousin, Bernard.
Delun stopped to answer that insult but Bo grasped his arm, shaking his head, saying, "This is what they want! To pick a fight and I have no patience for these psychos."
According to each academy's law, if a human picked a quarrel against a day, the human must be ousted straightly because they are lowlife beings and have no right to claim against the holy beings of Vita. Any protest against this law had consequences and was equal to disrespecting the gods.
The sound of their laugher echoed around, the clock already crossed nine, and they were breaking a law! No one should stroll around after nine o'clock, despite their races, and must bear punishments.
The dormitory manager coughed! A slender mysterious middle-aged fay with straight gray hair and enough strict and daring to ignore someone's position. The one that no one in the dormitory tempted to mess with. His grassy green eyes sparkled. He was behind the rude boys that were eighteen but acting like some kids and it was unacceptable in Aligners Academy.
"Manager Mernoth, You're here! We saw two lawbreakers down there and…" Bernard babbled.
The manager narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrow, latching his hands together behind him.
"And I see four here. Are you in a position to remind me of my job?" He said, his voice vogue and unreadable.
"Sorry, sir! I didn't mean that."
"I clearly understood what you are saying." He approached them. Carefully, peered into their faces.
"Heads up! Let me memorize your faces."
"Yes, sir! But why?" Bernard asked; a cluster of concern was shouting in his head that he would set them for inappropriate punishments.
"Our chef is alone because his assistance is ill and on their leave!" His expression changed to an annoying mode with a wicked smirk on that pale face.
"We are sad to hear it." Mark blurted.
"Are you? I am impressed, Mark Eltherin. Maybe, you must go and help him do the dishes! And thank him for his hard work."
Mark burst into a laugh and manager Mernoth's face changed color to a pinky shade. Now, even the gods could not save them.
"Did you forget who I am?" Mark remarked.
In a blink of an eye, the manager rushed behind them as if a ghost just vanished and emerged. Grasping the back of Mark's neck, hitting his knee making him knelt.
"A fay from Tharina, you are not more than this here. I do my best to make real men out of you, Goblins."
He put stress on the last word, hissing afterward and displaying a savage glare at the rest of the boys to remind them that Aligners must be always under the orders. In Vita, this could be considered an insult to call a fay, Goblin because those were even more lowlife than humans were, and recently proved it as their king bowed to Lashuka and offered him Dorat's throne.
He released him with a strong jostle that his face almost kissed the floor but his cousin caught him swiftly.
The manager now was in front of them, but his back was displayed in their sights.
"Make sure you don't leave any dirty spot because I am checking on you. By the way, you must be in your room at ten o'clock, not a second later." He strode forward, leaving there.
"He will repay this!" Mark menaced, his light amber eyes glinted.
"Come on boys! We are going to the kitchen and I will fix him later, maybe we need a new manager." He sneered, pulling his hand out of Bernard's hand.
Back to the infirmary, the nurses were cleaning the boys' wounds.
"Rebecca, how long had passed from our previous meeting?" Delun said.
"As long as you keep messing up around we are going to meet each other a lot." The nurse said.
"Could you find out what happened to that mutilated severed deer that we caught in the forest?" Bo asked, yet felt his guts twisting together.
The memory was fresh and arisen even after bringing it to the Lab.
Rebecca rolled her eyes on him after adjusting the band plaster on Delun's scratched forehead. She shrugged, refusing to give them information.
"Becca, come on! We found that deer! We want to know what happened. Was it a bizarre werewolf?" Bo persisted.
"I am a werewolf, Bo! Should I show you how we sever something or…" he closed his mouth to Bo's ears, his black eyes sparkled, hearing human's pulse that was increasing, saying, "Someone?"
"My bad man! I mentioned bizarre, not our perfect lovely nurse." Bo pictured him a fake grin. Scot bared his fang then smiled back.
"Would you tell me now?" Bo begged.
"First you tell us from the beginning! Dr. Wong said nothing. The body was madly torn. It is under frizz yet." Scot went after a deal and got it because Bo didn't mind letting them know against extracting some info from them.