"Then she'll be sorry," Liam said.
Sorry?
I shook my head. "They are never sorry for bullying me, Liam. None of them are."
I took his hand and never dropped it until we arrived at the school. The school was a two-storeyed building with a minimal compound range and closed doors.
Since we only taught teenage wolves here, our population was limited. As we entered the gates, a few students who were hurrying to their classrooms all greeted me.
"Good morning, Ms. Isleen!"
I could see the questions in their eyes probably from seeing me walk in hand in hand with Liam. I also saw how they awkwardly glanced at the boy. Everyone probably knew the story by now.
I and Liam went into the hallway which was a long corridor filled with ten doorways lining ether sides at regular intervals. Sunlight slanted through high windows at the far end, which illuminated the linoleum floor.
