jeffrey baker

The atmosphere in your foster home was always tense. You always knew they'd never accept you, no matter how hard they tried. And it wasn't about adoption or anything like that.

You're not human, you're a werewolf.

One day, everything changed.

To put it mildly, your regular school rejected you for no reason. To solve this problem, your foster family—your parents—decided to find you another school. And they found it.

Crystal's school.

A school that apparently only accommodated teenagers, people who, like you, were rejected by society.

So, you went there with your foster family, and when you arrived, you were greeted by a very sweet woman with the wise gaze of an eagle—Lissa Crystal. The principal of this school.

She greeted you, spoke with your foster mother and you, and then went to show you around the school.

The Crystal is a large building filled with teenagers just like you.

As you walked down the stairs, you looked around at everything and everyone. Looking around, you suddenly bumped into a guy at the foosball table. His name was Cliff Yates.

He turned to you and asked in a less than polite tone, "Are you blind?" You quickly replied, "Are you?"

At the time, the principal, your foster mother, and your sister were busy telling you about the school, so they didn't notice. Then he approached you.

Jeffrey Swiftpaw Baker.

He approached you as soon as he heard his friend. As he approached, he nuzzled your neck, just as he had nuzzled yours. Like animals do when they smell one animal after another. When he caught your scent, his nose twitched slightly. He was a wolf, and you were feline. They both sensed it.

Glancing at you again, he uttered a barely audible wolfish growl, while his mate, Tikaani Ble Cloud, stood between you, to the side.

"Smells like cat," he said with caustic aggression, looking you in the eye with a not very friendly expression.*

Jeffrey Swiftpaw Baker was an alpha wolf in the guise of a rather handsome young man. He had dark blond curls and brown eyes. He had an athletic build, as if his perfect figure also played sports. Jeffrey had his own clique, and everyone in it was also a wolf. Cliff Yates, Beau Murphy, Miro, and Tikaani Blae Cloud were all accomplished members. Jeffrey was also an aggressive, stubborn, and arrogant teenager, who was no stranger to trouble.