Herim started to draft some of the ideas he had in mind. Not because he wanted to be productive but rather to preoccupy his mind with something else.

Claudia noticed Herim writing and she turned back to the document. . Though she hates schoolwork , she can't stand failing. With that she begun to function.

After a while, she presented her work to Herim but Herim found an astounding number of grammar faults so much so that she had to rewrite and re-present it three times.

"Isn't this on another level of superb?", Claudia rhetorically asked after eighteen minutes of hard work.

Herim nodded and Ms Lang felt righteous. She enjoys it when they say that she is tight and without argument she doesn't care who agrees with her even Herim would do just fine.

" Do I have to re-write that for the final work", Herim asked sarcastically and proceed to pull the paper and brushes then begun writing.

Claudia began to write other poems while Herim rewrote and edited everything else

" This is great. Its no doubt i have the best literature content in the land", Claudia remarked while she wrote and Herim smirked because of her unquenchable thirst for praisal.

(After two hours of presentations , everyone went to their seats to carrying on with the rest of the assignment)

" Joln, this sounds like you re-wrote the complicated side of literature. So meticulous", Syin spoke after reading everything that Joln solely worked on for twenty minutes.

When these three are together, they seldom act like anything they are when they are with others. Syin is more talkative, Valian is more sociable and Joln is a lot less pedantic looking. All of them are comedians and all of them are very child minded especially Syin , always praising Joln and Valian always calling Syin Joln s boot licker or fan.

" Why?", Joln asked immature-like Syin. His method of asking was a sort of an innocent praise-me-more kind of way.

" It's awesome and .. undesputably exquisite", he answered while holding out his thumbs and nodding. His smile wasn't wide but atleast it was there unlike on other days when he is with other wolves.

Joln looked to Valian who winked at him and then Joln slowly nodded. When these two approve of what Joln does he doesn't need any further validation.

Though it doesn't show he is sort of like Claudia in a way. They both like being told they are right but the only difference is Joln is not desperate for it.

"Wrap up and submit before the end of today. And write your names at the top of each sheet. I expect to find three names , any student who's name is missing will have to degut the deer..", Sect master spoke to the class

With the last sentence, everyone immediately lost appetite. Deer meat is delicious but the fact that they only east grass means that their liquid feces smell like compost and all things unbearable.Basically the smell is worse that the pheromone and the worst part is the smell stays for five days no matter how hard one showers.

Sect master stopped near Declan who was absent-minded yet being the only vitality in his team. His group had not finished working but his groupmates , Malia and Savir were busy coupling wolves again and talking amongst themselves. She shushed them before leaving but they were stubborn.

The two female omegas had deduced that someone released pheromone in class and they were trying to find out which males got affected. In their pursuit for that they winded up pairing wolves .

' Sect Master Tajih is compatible with Sect master Nalem . Sect master Ova with Sect master Jakhyer. Joln with Victoria. Xiong'Ry with Eryka. Declan with Sonashi. Valian with Krish . Malia with Syin and Adrian with Savir',

the two giggled at the choices they picked for themselves. Malia wants to be a princess and Savir apparently wants babies that have Adrian s beauty.

Admist their match-making, everyone was standing up to leave.They had to go and borrow some books at the library before they miss them.

Claudia was long gone because only Herim has to write the work .Valian and Syin left to go look for Adrian . Despite this they had dissimilar objectives. Valian just wanted to leave while Syin secretly wanted to stay with Adrian until they go practise sword fighting.

After five minutes, only Herim and Joln were left in class..

Ten minutes later footsteps approached Herim s table and then when they arrested , a shadow was towering Herim.

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" What!", He spoke without turning to face him. He could already tell who it was . And unlike a while ago, he suddenly isn't in the mood to get worked up over Joln s temperament

" Let me see", Joln barked with his soft voice. Unfortunately for his cold personality, he has a soft voice like the whisper of wind over a field of dandelions.

" I have make sure it's faultless if my name is gonna be on it", he added, further sounding sweet than frigid

" Why would I write your name?", Herim wasn't not buying into his sweetness because he knows that it's just a charade.

" Sect master says if any name is missing, they would degut the deer. Adrian wasn't in class today so his name is going to miss. But that can be fixed by writing him on any group totaling three. Your group is missing a single member.", He spoke and paused while noticing that Herim looked like he wasn't paying attention. And that is extremely irritating.

"I can't write Adrian s name on yours so he will be on ours therefore someone has to move to your group from ours. Given the circumstances, I will be the victim", he felt bad for picking that word but it's too late to be rectify that

" Victim!!", Herim wanted to tear off his skin. His asking for his help and insulting him at the same time. How dare...

This is strange. Joln is speaking so softly yet somehow it's making Herim more like vexed

" Let me see your work", Joln wondered if he should add please..

"you didn't help!!", Herim was getting more furious. Though Joln didn't plead, his command sounded like Herim should not say no

"Let me see so I can help and my name is on it", Joln spoke and this time his conscience took course. He represses it a lot so people don't take advantage of him like they try with Syin. Basically he is faking being emotionless

" Just go I will write your name",the way Joln spoke and suggested giving help would have thawed all the bad ice between these two, had it been Herim on a normal day. But today he just wishes that Joln cease to exist. However he thinks that he will feel bad if he acts on his rage now.

" Will you let me see?", Joln got impatient but his voice was like lotus candy . He tried to pick one up but it cut his and he froze

Herim thought Joln was researching ways to belittle him. Out of uninformed reaction ， he became irate..

He failed to consider his strength henceforth when threw the papers at him , they scattered and some grazed Joln s cheek .

As such as he would have pleasured reading them, he can't stand to see his blood on the paper. So he merely scanned the papers despite not seeing anything..

" Write my name",he commanded him. His scars were beginning to itch

" Adrian was sleep when you guys were working. Why should I do him a favor?", he only asked me so that he keeps Joln talking. He really doesn't completely mind helping the Sect leader s little brother.

"How are you doing him a favor? ", Joln whispered and this time Herim felt his heart skip a beat.

"Letting you join so he can be written on your perfect work ad get credit for work he didn't do.", he sounded angry and he was . But he was only angry at himself for being this agitated when Joln is like Malia s peach puddings

"If you want to protect Adrian , fine. if you want to rid deguting the deer for him, fine. Whatever you decide, fine. ", He spoke effortlessly yet sounded so condescending

"Do I have to be that guy again? Aren't you tired of wolves treating you like a disease? I am asking you do something so simple yet you are hesitating for no absolute reason . It's really not worth being so oblivious ab.. ", he paused because the unexpected happened

Herim pulled Joln by the collar and he brought him close to his face.He stared into those fiery eyes and could fear Joln s breath on his lips. It was luke warm like a chill spring day, loitering near a crystal clear lake of glistening specs in an isolated swamp.

He browsed his face and noted that Joln really did seem like his voice. One thought came to his mind . Joln has all the features of a young priest. Tender and fragile. Flaccid and smooth. Gentle and flawless. How come he is so self-consumed and slightly unbearable or is his indefectile hard-hearted attitude all a hoax??

Herim went even closer to Joln s face and closer to his lips. And by the stars in the sky, Joln was like a puppet . He lowered his eyes to look at Joln s lips.

' what am I doing ?????? ', Herim was shocked by his actions but he was far from tapping out not when Joln looks and acts this way.

There was complete silence in the room but the beating of Joln s heart was rendering him deaf. He could not tell what it is that Herim was thinking and what he was planning. All he is convinced of is that Herim is scaring him..

This germinated confidence and bravery is petrifying.

The only times he sees this much anger was from his father. And along with it came twenty beatings with a long wooden plank. After which his elder sister would slap the living daylights out of him for making their father angry.The beatings would be uncalled for and very brutal that Joln would not be able to transform fully leaving parts of his flesh exposed..

His error is usually unproportionally minute . He would get scolded and beaten for walking up later or cooking smaller meals or dropping by a single grade even when he is still the highest in the school. Honestly his family is always looking for a reason to punish him ..

Just thinking of this made Joln even more horrified that his eyes reddened at the thought of gruesome soulless horrors he calls his family. Additionally the paper cuts on Joln s face started to reddened with blood unlike the rest of his face that made him look like a corpse

" Yahhh!?", A wolf roared by the entrance of the door. The sound was worse that a volcano erupting, more murderous than a thunderstorm and more encapsulating than quicksand made of molten metal

Herim turned to acknowledge the presence of domineering organism however his objective was nullified by a sudden serpentine entity wrapping his throat.It was so strong and swift that the minute it contacted his skin, it started to squeeze and twist.

The serpent seemed to originate from the floor because three quarters of his legs already had the same feeling and so did his abdomen and limbs.

Five seconds later ,the same thing chocking him pulled his limbs away from Joln freeing him from Herim s grasp.

Herim was left fixed in placed by the serpentine presence .

He was not scared but rather exasperated at what dares to restrict him like this. After all he is a wolf and wolves hate obstacles and sneak attacks or surprises the most.

Defautly as his motion was superiorly limited, He rotated his eyes from Joln to the floor and that is when he saw the surrealistic artwork that had come to life. The entire floor seemed dressed by a semi-visible white cloud that was surprisingly strong enough to paralyze him. The cloud had several purple and bluish streaks jumping around from place to place.

This motion and color codes sort of now explains this unrealistic magic . He was bounded by Song Ryle s snow reptiles!!!

He wanted to speak and defend himself from what was happening but the throttling was making it an impossible goal. Successively as much as he could not speak, he was also having difficulty breathing. Ryle was probably tightening his fists so badly with the hope of simulating asphyxiation ..

Naively Herim kept trying to move and to free himself from the embodiment but no avail.

He was so consumed in being free that the only thing he realized next was a blue-veined hand pulling Joln s wrist and Joln willingly trailing along. This action was complemented by the same sound of shoes that had brought Joln to him taking him away , only this time was paced and doubled

All the anger he barred towards Joln was now multiplied threshold and redirected to the snow spell caster, Song Ryle...

He felt so angry that he wanted to go on a rampage and massacre all that comes in his way. Such thoughts boiled his blood so much so that his vision started to change formats, the first sign of transformation.

Unfortunately the second footsteps were non-existent in the room, the doors slammed shut and the snow progressed into extinction.

Herim was thrown onto the floor and he remained hyperventilating wholeheartedly for a few seconds . His entire being wanted to wipe Ryle off the books of existence .

Before he could catch his breath, he immediately shot up and raced towards the door but his eyes just added kerosene to the flame of fury that was already ignited in his soul. The scene ahead of him showed dense snow blocks and spikes surrounding the metal frame as well as a translucent purple seal across the panel

" That snow casting little ... ", he cursed while panting .

He turned around and kicked the table before roaring to the air like a deranged maniac...

Ryle had imprisoned him inside the classroom . If he touches the door it will burn him and he can't use anything to destroy the door as the snow will jump towards him or pierce him if he hits it with his body...

He was trapped!!!