The wolf and the gnome

The final class of the day was "Supernatural Studies," taught by the ever-dramatic Professor Mortellus. The circular amphitheater-style classroom had been enchanted to resemble a dense, mystical forest, complete with soft moss underfoot and the distant sound of bird calls.

Kael strolled in with Theron at his side, grinning as he looked around. "This place gets more dramatic every year. Next time, I expect a thunderstorm and wolves howling in the distance."

Theron raised an eyebrow. "Wolves howling? Isn't that your department?"

Kael smirked but didn't reply, distracted as Professor Mortellus swept into the center of the room. His long black cloak billowed behind him, and his pale face was framed by an unruly mane of silver hair. He tapped his staff against the ground, and the sound echoed unnaturally, silencing the room.

"Ah, my darling students," he greeted, his deep voice echoing. "Today, we delve into the fascinating world of supernatural beings. You will learn about your peers—what makes them unique, what makes them dangerous, and most importantly…" He paused for dramatic effect. "How not to get yourself turned into lunch."

Kael leaned toward Theron. "Five minutes in, and he's already threatening us with cannibalism."

Theron sighed. "Why am I not surprised

Mortellus turned with a flourish to the enchanted chalkboard that appeared behind him, glowing faintly. Written on it in swirling letters were the names of various supernatural races.

"Let us begin," he said, his voice heavy with theatrics.

"First, we have vampires," Mortellus said, gesturing toward a vampire who sat casually in the back row. "Elegant, immortal, and as charming as they are dangerous."

Bronn raised a hand, smirking. "Dangerous? Only on special occasions, sir."

The class chuckled, but Mortellus ignored the comment. "Vampires are nocturnal predators who thrive on blood. While many can survive on animal blood or synthetic substitutes, nothing quite compares to the real thing."

Kael raised an eyebrow. "So they're food snobs?"

Bronn smirked. "Only when the menu includes someone annoying."

Mortellus sighed. "They possess incredible strength, speed, and the ability to hypnotize their prey. However, they are vulnerable to sunlight, certain enchantments, and, of course, the traditional stake through the heart. And for the love of all that is holy—never invite one into your home unless you want a permanent roommate."

"Next, we come to werewolves," Mortellus continued.

Mortellus rolled his eyes. "Werewolves transform under the full moon, their wolf forms granting them heightened senses, unparalleled speed, and ferocious strength. They are fiercely loyal to their packs, and their social bonds are integral to their identity."

Kael leaned toward Theron. "See? He gets it."

"However," Mortellus added, "their primal instincts can sometimes overpower their reason. A cornered or enraged werewolf is a force of nature. And while they're mostly human outside the full moon, their temper can still be... volatile."

Kael grinned. "So, we're perfect, except for the occasional bad hair day."

Theron snorted. "And a constant appetite."

"Now, let us discuss lycans," Mortellus said, his tone shifting to one of reverence. "A rare and superior branch of the werewolf family."

Kael straightened proudly.

"Unlike werewolves, lycans have three forms: human, wolf, and a hybrid of the two—a powerful beast that combines the best traits of both. Lycans are not bound by the phases of the moon and can transform at will. Their strength, speed, and resilience far surpass those of regular werewolves. They are, without a doubt, the apex predators of their kind."

Kael nudged Theron. "Hear that? Apex predator."

Theron deadpanned, "Don't let it go to your head."

Mortellus continued, "Lycans are also deeply rooted in tradition and hierarchy, with royal bloodlines leading their kind. Their connection to the mate bond is especially strong, making them fiercely protective and loyal."

Kael smirked. "I'm liking this lecture more and more."

"Now Gnomes. Small in stature but mighty in intellect. They are the undisputed masters of technology and innovation, often blending magic and machinery in ways that defy comprehension."

"Gnomes are meticulous and creative, but they are also stubborn to a fault. If you challenge a gnome to an argument, prepare to lose—or worse, to be subjected to a long-winded explanation of why you're wrong."

Kael snickered. "Sounds about right."

Mortellus gave a rare smile. "However, their inventions can be... unpredictable. If a gnome tells you to 'stand back,' you should run."

"Elves," Mortellus said, gesturing toward Lirien, who sat with perfect posture. "Graceful, intelligent, and deeply connected to nature. Elves are renowned for their longevity and their mastery of archery and magic."

Mortellus smirked. "However, do not mistake their elegance for weakness. Elves are competitive to a fault and will hold grudges for centuries. If you challenge one, you'd better be prepared for a lifetime of reminders about your failure."

Kael leaned toward Theron. "Lirien's definitely cheated at cards before."

Lirien shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel.