I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Lila’s POV
As soon as we neared Starcove, I could feel the power of the witches.
I knew of a witch once when I was only a little girl. She helped my mother when she discovered she was
a Volana wolf and taught her how to use her powers and how to control them.
Sadly, she died, and I never really got the chance to know her for myself. But I knew she was very
powerful as well. I wonder if she knew this Jazzy person; it seems my father was familiar with her.
“There are no gates?” I asked as we continued down a narrow road; in the distance, I saw houses, and
beyond that, I wasn’t really sure what I saw. It was a large building made of stone and it didn’t seem it
belonged in such a quiet town. But there was hardly anybody walking around the streets; there was no
humming of cars. There didn’t even seem to be that many businesses.
Maybe a few stores but they didn’t even look open.
It was a complete ghost town besides this strong sense of power radiating around the brisk air. The
temperature had dropped significantly; it was nearing autumn, but here it felt like it was mid to late
autumn.
Most of our packs have gates that separate our packs from rogue territory. Though the forests don’t
usually have gates, we double on our patrol in those areas to keep rogues away. Starcove didn’t seem
to have any security, which was amazing to me.
“It’s a human and witch community,” Enzo explained from beside me. “They don’t need the same
security measures as we do. Nobody would dare invade a town full of witches.”
“We are,” I reminded him, my voice grim.
He was quiet for a moment.
“They took something of ours,” he said, just as grimly.
“We need to shift,” my father said from the front.
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We all slowed to a stop to look up at my father’s large and dark wolf who had turned to face the rest of
us. We were all in our wolf forms still; Donovan and Aiden stood on either side of him, and Ethan stood
on the other side of Enzo. There were three warriors from each of our packs, the Nova and Calypso
pack, that were scattered around us.

My father was first to shift, and he immediately put on the clothes his wolf kept tucked away. The others
did the same. I waited for Enzo to shift first and put on his clothes before I hid behind him and did the
same thing.
I tied my hair into a ponytail and took the dagger that Enzo had given me.
“It’s for protection,” he said. “Your job is to shield us if anything happens.”
“We are coming in peace,” My father announced to us. “We won’t start anything unless they start
something first. But getting into a battle with witches is not something we want.”
Everybody agreed to this.
On that note, my father turned and began to walk toward the cobblestone pathway. We didn’t get
much further when the stench of rogue invaded my nose.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed the smell; Enzo froze, stopping me with him.
“Rogues,” he announced.
Everybody froze and soon, we were surrounded by rogues that were in their wolf forms.
My first thought was, “Why are they protecting the witches?”
But then I saw a familiar man who stepped around the cluster of wolves; he was in his human form and
his icy blue eyes poured into me.
“Paul,” Enzo said through his teeth. “What are you doing here?”
Paul’s attention went from me to Enzo in a heartbeat.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Paul said, his tone dark.
“We came to speak to a witch known as Jasmine,” my father said, his tone firm and strong.
Paul looked at my father and I saw a glimmer of humor in his eyes.
“Alpha Bastien,” Paul said in a greeting.
“Paul,” my father said in return. “Haven’t seen you since you were running away with the others.”
Anger flashed through Paul’s eyes.
“I was weaker then, but I’ve grown and become stronger on my journey,” Paul said through his teeth.
“Your journey of being a rogue?” My father asked, raising his brows. “Is that really the life you wanted
for yourself?”
“You left me no other choice,” Paul growled.
“You always had a choice. You just chose wrong.”
“Enough of this,” Paul growled. “You are the ones who killed my men earlier; are you not?”
“So, they were your rogues that invaded my mother’s pack after all,” Enzo said, stepping forward.
“Your mother and her kind shouldn’t exist,” Paul seethed. “I’m finishing your father’s job. She was
supposed to die long ago. As should you.”
The rogues surrounding us were lowering themselves and their slit eyes were fixed on Enzo. A nervous
feeling bubbled in the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t liking this exchange, and I had a feeling that
something terrible was about to happen.
However, my father and the others on our team, including Enzo, appeared to be so calm. They weren’t
as worried as I was so that meant I needed to remain calm as well.
“You were never going to be strong enough to be an Alpha, Paul,” Enzo said.
“Maybe not yet,” Paul said, a sly smile spreading across his thin lips. Then, his eyes met mine. “But
soon…I will be.”
Before I knew what was happening, Paul was shifting into his wolf form and lunging quickly in my
direction. My father and the others began to shift as well just as the rogues went to attack them and
block them from stopping Paul in whatever he was planning on doing.
By the time Enzo had shifted and lunged toward Paul, it was too late. Paul was fast and moved past him
with such a quick speed I hardly saw him until he was only seconds away from diving his teeth into my
flesh.
With the dagger, I did the only thing I could think of doing at that moment. I faced the blade in Paul’s
direction and plunged it straight into his chest.
His teeth snapped shut before they actually reached me, and I heard the scream of his pain as he fell to
the ground. All the rogues had stopped what they were doing to watch their leader fall.
“Lila!” Enzo’s voice rang through my head as he ran in my direction.