The next day, at the gymnasium.
"So, why did you call me here?"
I asked with a glare, still not over yesterday. My face probably made it obvious—I wasn't in the mood.
Julian stood in front of me, arms crossed, looking annoyingly relaxed. His white silver hair—same color as mine—caught the light as he tilted his head.
"I've been hearing rumors about you from the professors lately," he said.
"Rumors?" I frowned. "What rumors?"
"That you've been training nonstop. Pretty intensely, too."
…Lycan.
It had to be him running his mouth.
"And what about it?" I replied, scowling deeper.
The swelling on my cheek from when Julian hit me last time still hadn't gone down. Every time I felt the sting, I remembered the humiliating defeat.
Julian, of course, didn't seem bothered at all. If anything, he looked amused.
He flashed a bright smile—the kind that made me want to punch him.
