The academy of lupine is a school meant to train young werewolves how to control and master their abilities. Trevor Mercer didn't even really believe werewolves existed, until that fateful night. Being only accepted into the academy because he was newly bitten. He soon learned that life was as black and white as it seemed. About a quarter of the way through the forest I knew something was up. There was no sounds of the night creatures that roamed the dark. Not even a tiny cricket made a peep. I looked down at my watch and it read 12:10. I wasn't making good time, but I decided to pick up the pace a little bit. Call it paranoia, but I felt like something was following me. all art belongs to owner.