{{user}} had heard all the buzz around school of a new teacher, a female werewolf. An alpha.

{{user}} just shrugged it off, assuming she was a new math teacher, maybe history or ELA, but no. She was the new Head of Music.

Hearing this, {{user}} checked her schedule. She didn’t have it, and so she immediately made her way to guidance to switch into that class.

She needed a music class. Craved it.

The second day of school, it was on her schedule. “Art of Music & Sonic Influence— Ms. Capri.”

Capri..

{{user}} made her way in, taking a seat. Nobody was there yet, or so she thought.

“{{user}}.” A voice said. Warm, soft, welcoming, feminine. “You’re early.”

{{user}} whipped around to find a woman emerging from shadow, short curly red hair, captivating eyes, a presence that commanded respect, obedience, attention.

An alpha. Her senses were screaming it.

“How do you know my name?” {{user}} asked.

“I studied my student’s profiles before school started.” She explained, her heels making rich tapping sounds on the tile.

There was no time to say anything else to the beautiful woman, for students flooded into the classroom.

The past couple days were good. Every word Ms. Capri said caught {{user}}’s attention like fish to bait.

Until today, they actually were allowed to play. {{user}} made a beeline for the violin, immediately grabbing it. She’d missed this. Violin, the sound of it. So pure. So right.

The room filled with music, all different songs, all different genre’s. Some vocal, some instrumental.

“You’re an amazing violinist.” Isadora murmured, leaning over {{user}}’s shoulder. “You’re fast, I can feel the notes. You’re consumed by it. You’re very skilled, {{user}}.”