“It’s English, that building right over there.” I point. Everyone we pass, shifter or human, watches us. Masen commands attention, not one male shifter dares look at us for longer than a moment. If the death glares aren’t enough warning, the low growls do the trick. Even the humans keep their distance.

The women are a different story. Their eyes linger on Masen. His menacing stare does little to deter them from ogling him. We make it to class, and I turn to ask, “Do you know if Sniffer and Sam have the same schedule today as Monday?”

His head tilts. “I think so. Why?”

“I was just hoping to hang out with them during break, maybe grab lunch again. I don’t want to roam the campus alone for two hours,” I answer.

“I’ll be here for lunch. They can join us, but I’ll be here,” he says like I should already know this. “Let’s find you a seat,” he says while pulling me into the room.

“Masen,” I whisper. “Masen,” I try again, this time pulling his arm so he’ll look down at me. “You said you wouldn’t follow me into class.”

He pulls me to an area that has tables and chairs instead of desks. “That was before,” he says while he sits and tries to put me on his lap.

“Before what?” I slap his hands away. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“If I knew you wouldn’t sit with me, I would have pulled your chair.” He pouts, really?

“You can’t be here. We’re going to get in trouble,” I whisper.

“I know Tate, it’s fine.” He sees my confusion. “Your teacher, Tate Daniels.” Oh that makes sense he’s a shifter.

I’m a little nervous with him in class next to me. The Professor walks in and notices him almost immediately. How can you not? His presence fills the room. The Professor dips his head to Masen and starts the lecture.

When class ends, Masen helps me from my chair and tucks my hand in the crook of his arm, but he doesn’t move to leave. He just stands there waiting. A few students approach Professor Daniels’ desk, but he dismisses them quickly making his way to us. When he’s right next to us, he dips his head even lower this time and says, “Alpha,” so low no one else would be able to hear. Masen turns, taking me with him and leaves the room without even acknowledging him.

What was that? “Oh no, oh Masen, that was so mean. I’m so embarrassed for him. Why’d you do that?” My face is beet red.

When we’re outside, he stops, leans in close, and brings his large palms to my checks. His thumb brushes my lips. “Your cheeks are on fire.” He laughs. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.”

“I’m not worried about being in trouble,” I say softly. “He must be so embarrassed.”

He shakes his head. “He’s not. I had a point to make, that’s all. No hard feelings, he’s fine.” He kisses my nose and asks, “What class do you have next?”