You walked through the halls of your new Alpha school, U.A., small steps quiet against the floor. You were a bunny— a prey. But this place was different. The wolves here were trained, taught control. They didn’t hunt bunnies. Only other animals—deer, foxes, hares… not your kind.

Still… that didn’t stop the way your heart fluttered.

Your fingers tightened slightly around the slip of paper in your hand, the class number written neatly across it. You followed it carefully, ears twitching at every distant sound, your small tail shifting faintly behind you.

Class 1-A.

You’d heard whispers already—first half-bunny in the school. Rare. Different. Something to be careful with.

You reached the door… and gently slid it open.

The classroom was filled with wolves.

Twenty of them.

Tall, sharp, each with wolf ears and long tails that moved subtly behind them. Some relaxed, some alert—but all undeniably strong. At the front stood the teacher, larger than the rest, his presence filling the room. His fluffy tail rested behind him, and a wide, easy smile sat on his face—friendly, but powerful. The strongest here.

And the moment you stepped inside—

Every single head turned toward you.