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A brown-haired werewolf stepped forward, arrogance in every line of his posture. He gave a crude thrust of his hips and sneered, "Perhaps someone should give her a taste of the real deal! Maybe then, she’d know the difference."

The moment he made a move toward Violet, she retreated, realizing the the situation was escalating dangerously.

However, Violet shouldn’t have bothered, because a low, dangerous growl from, shockingly, both Asher and Griffin.

The brown-haired werewolf’s smug expression drained of color, his cockiness dissolving in an instant. He froze, then stepped back sheepishly, visibly trembling with fear.

However, everyone was now staring not just at Asher, but mostly at Griffin in surprise. After all, Asher was known to be defensive of the purple-haired girl, not Griffin.

Even Griffin seemed taken aback by his own instinctive response. His brows furrowed slightly, as though questioning himself. But his hesitation was brief, and his expression shifted into something cool and composed.

"Let’s get this over with." He said.

And then, right before Violet’s eyes, Griffin began to shift, bones cracking and muscles ripping as he started transforming into his wolf form.

However, Griffin’s transformation seemed to be the cue, as every single werewolf in the arena began to shift, the sound of several bones cracking and grunts almost grotesque.

Violet nearly became light-headed seeing so many shifts happening at once, especially since this was her first face-to-face encounter.

As expected, Griffin was the first wolf to finish shifting, and Violet forgot how to breathe as she saw the huge, red-coated, ferocious-looking wolf. Its eyes were warm amber, and from the intelligence in them, Violet could tell this was both monster and beast.

But a second beast caught her attention.

It was huge, but not like Griffin’s gigantic beast; however, it was that midnight black coat that truly drew her focus.

It seemed that even in wolf form, Asher’s eyes remained the same, and it was honestly unsettling seeing a wolf with vertically slitted eyes. It still left her in awe, nonetheless.

As if not wanting only the black wolf to hold her attention, a green-coated wolf barreled into Asher, shoving him aside.

Without a doubt, Violet knew that was Roman Draven.

How a green-colored wolf was possible, Violet had no idea, nor was she complaining.

He was like a breath of fresh air, unique and fun.

And then the most beautiful snow-white wolf Violet had ever seen stepped into view.

Alaric Storm.

His coat gleamed under the sunlight like freshly fallen snow. He

was a vision of elegance and ferocity combined.

Whether in human or wolf form, Alaric had a knack for stealing her breath away. But at the same time, human or animal, those blue eyes seemed to want to murder her.

And he had a go at it.

Before Violet could fully comprehend his intention, Alaric Storm tackled her to the ground. The impact knocked the air from her lungs as she hit the grass, leaving her gasping.

Her vision blurred momentarily, and in that instant, Violet swore she saw her life flash before her eyes.

She was face-to-face with the beast’s razor-sharp teeth, their proximity too close for comfort.

Her instincts screamed at her to move, but fear paralyzed her.

Instead, she shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the inevitable pain of her demise.

But instead of the searing pain she anticipated, she felt something cold, wet, and sticky dragging across her face. Her eyes flew open in shock, only to be met with the sight of Alaric’s massive tongue eagerly licking her face, leaving a slick trail of saliva in its wake.

"What the—?" Violet tried to process what was happening, but before she could get a word out, the situation took a worse turn.

The wolves, circling her like a pack of predators, began closing in, tongues out and eyes gleaming with mischief. Violet’s heart dropped as realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

This is it. Her stomach churned as the first wolf’s rough tongue joined Alaric’s, swiping across her cheek.

The warm, abrasive sensation made her recoil, but there was no escape. One by one, the wolves joined in, their wet noses pressing into her skin as their tongues dragged over her face, her arms, and even her legs. Violet’s world spun as their playful yet overwhelming assault consumed her senses.

Laughter erupted around her, a symphony of amusement from the human onlookers who found her predicament far too entertaining.

Panic welled up inside her, and Violet tried to push the wolves away, but her hands faltered at the sight of their sharp teeth flashing in the sunlight. The thought of accidentally provoking them kept her frozen in place, her breathing shallow and erratic.

Their playful nips felt dangerously close to aggression, and Violet’s heart raced as adrenaline surged through her veins.

Despite their antics, they never actually hurt her.

If anything, the sensations were more disorienting than painful.

But the combination of their rough tongues, wet noses, and the oppressive heat of their proximity left her on the verge of losing it.

"Get off me!" she finally managed to croak, her voice strained with fear and frustration. But her plea was drowned out by the cacophony of laughter from her classmates and the howls of the wolves, who were clearly reveling in her discomfort.

The licking continued, relentless and humiliating, their playful bites sending a jolt of unease through her every time. Violet felt like a trapped rabbit, utterly vulnerable and at their mercy.

For what felt like an eternity, Violet endured the humiliating experience. Every nerve in her body screamed for reprieve, and finally, as if someone had given a signal, the wolves all dispersed.

Violet lay there on the grass, her heart pounding erratically, her clothes damp and disheveled, trying to process what had just happened. Her breathing was shallow, and her limbs felt as if they had turned to lead. Violet could hardly comprehend the humiliation she had just endured.

But just as she began to think it was finally over, her momentary relief was shattered. A mischievous green wolf sauntered over to her with an almost leisurely gait, its green eyes gleaming with mischief.

"No..." Violet whispered, dread pooling in her stomach as she watched him approach. She didn’t even have the energy to move or even protest. She was utterly spent.

And then, to her horror, Roman lifted his leg. Before she could react, a warm stream of liquid hit her, soaking through her clothes. It took her a moment to register what was happening, but when she did, her body stiffened with shock.

The laughter around her hit a deafening pitch as the other students realized what Roman had done. Violet’s breath caught in her throat, her humiliation now reaching an unbearable level. The damp warmth seeped through her clothes, sticking to her skin, branding her with his scent.

Her mind went blank, her body unmoving. She couldn’t summon the strength to fight, to scream, or even cry. The sheer weight of the experience rendered her catatonic, leaving her lying there, unable to muster even the faintest response.

As the laughter subsided, Roman shifted seamlessly back into his human form. He crouched down so that his face was level with hers.

"And that is how we give the best scenting treatment!," Roman said with a wide, toothy grin, "Welcome to Lunaris Academy, little purple head!"