Chapter 121 Werewolf Weaknesses


    By the time the symposium came, I had spent the past few days trying my best to solely focus on my


    presentation. I decided that I couldn’t let my feelings for Enzo impede upon my grades in the exact


    same way that he couldn’t let his feelings for me impede upon his performance in the tournament. So, I


    didn’t see him at all for that time, although I couldn’t stop the negative thoughts and nightmares despite


    that.


    The day of the symposium finally arrived, and I was well-prepared. I had a presentation put together on


    anatomy, and had spent hours practicing my presentation in front of Luke, who used his past as a


    talking skeleton to give me pointers and correct my mistakes.


    I was well-prepared enough, in fact, that my presentation went incredibly well. I finished my


    presentation and stepped off of the stage, smiling in reaction to the apuseing from the small


    group of attendees, one of whom was my professor.


    “Well, Miss Harper,” my professor said, approaching me as I packed up myptop and other materials,


    “I must say that you gave an excellent presentation. I’ll award you the extra credit.”


    I couldn’t help but smile even wider. “Thank you, Professor.”


    “Remember that this is a one time thing,” he said, patting me on the shoulder. “I hope you’ll try harder


    from now on to be present in ss and stay on top of your work.”


    I nodded vehemently. “I will. Thank you again.”


    The professor smiled, then left. I decided to stay at the symposium for a while longer and listen to some


    of the other presentations, as well as to walk around and look at the other projects that wereid out on


    tables around the gymnasium.


    As I walked around and looked at all of the projects, I suddenly felt a familiar presence in the room. I


    froze for a moment, then jerked my head up from the particr project on mold that I was looking at,


    only to see none other than Enzo standing on the other side of the room.


    He had his head bent and appeared to be looking at a project as well, but as I stared at him, he


    suddenly lifted his head as well and made eye contact with me.


    His brown eyes began to glow ever so slightly red when he saw me, but he quickly looked away.


    I figured that it was toote now to pretend that I hadn’t seen him — besides, I was curious as to why


    he was here instead of practicing hockey — and decided to make my way over to where he stood.


    “Hey,” I said sheepishly as I approached, stopping to stand in front of him. “Surprise seeing you here.”


    “I heard you were giving a presentation,” he muttered. We kept a respectable distance between


    ourselves, but I could still pick up a bit of his scent from where I stood, and it took some focus to not let


    it get to me. “You did a good job.”


    “Thanks,” I replied, managing a small smile. I folded my arms across my chest then as there was an


    awkward silence between us, before my eyes finally fell on the table we were standing in front of.


    As I scanned the posterboard, my eyes immediately widened.


    It wasn’t just any other project on biology or anatomy; it was a project on werewolves.


    Specifically, their weaknesses.


    The poster board had several blurry photographs of werewolves, as well as a blurb under each


    photograph containing werewolf facts. On the other half of the poster board, there were bullet points of


    various werewolf “weaknesses”, such as silver bullets, fire, and wolfsbane.


    On the table, these different weaknesses wereid out. There was a single silver bullet, a wolfsbane


    flower, and the handle of an axe — the head had been removed, of course, to keep with the rules of no


    weapons being allowed on campus, but below it was a small card that mentioned how werewolves


    could not regenerate once beheaded.


    I felt an enormous knot form in my stomach. When I looked back up at Enzo, his eyes were glowing


    again — not from attraction this time, but rather from anger.


    “I think he made this,” he said, gesturing to the sick project. There was no name attached to it


    anywhere, however.


    “You don’t think…” I began, my voice trailing off.


    Enzo shrugged, ncing over at his shoulder. As he did, a couple of other students quickly looked


    away. I wondered if they had seen this project and were starting to get ideas.


    “I think he doesn’t wanna man up and try to kill me himself, so he’s trying to incite violence,” Enzo


    growled. “If he wants violence… Then he’ll get it.”


    Before I could stop him, Enzo suddenly gritted his teeth and kicked the table, sending it toppling over


    and causing the project to scatter across the floor.


    “Enzo!” I said incredulously. “You can’t do that.”


    “What, so he’s allowed to tantly suggest killing me to an entire host of angry and scared students?”


    he asked. “Bullshit.”


    “Kicking over his table isn’t gonna help your cause,” I whispered, bending down to pick up the scattered


    items as people looked at us in silent shock. “Come on. Help me.”


    Enzo sighed, muttering an apology under his breath, then helped me pick up the table and rece all


    of the items.


    “Is there a problem here?” an attendant, one of the professors, said as she walked up to us.


    I shook my head. “No, sorry. It was an ident.”


    The professor narrowed her eyes — not at me, but at Enzo — but didn’t say anything else and walked


    away, seeing as how we cleaned up the mess. I turned back to face Enzo when she was gone.


    “Don’t do stuff like that,” I whispered. “I’ve been trying really hard to get more people to your side, and


    it’s been working. I know you’re angry and that what happened in the tunnels was awful, but you have


    to control these outbursts or else people really will start to get sinister ideas.”


    Enzo nodded solemnly as he stared at the floor.


    I sighed, then shifted my bag on my shoulder. “I have to go,” I said, turning to walk away. “I have a


    paper that I have to work on tonight.”


    With that, I left Enzo standing there in the gymnasium. I didn’t get far, however, when I suddenly heard


    a somewhat familiar voice shout after me in the hallway a little ways away from the gymnasium.


    “Hey!” the voice said. “Nina Harper, right?”


    I frowned, turning around to face the source of the voice.


    It was the girl who threw the tomato at me.


    “What do you want?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.


    She sneered as she sauntered up to me. She was a bigger girl, and she was tall with dyed red hair and


    dark eyeliner.


    “You know, I keep seeing you with that monster,” she said, smirking and stopping just a couple of feet


    away from me. At her tall height, she practically towered over me. “Do you have a werewolf fetish or


    something?”


    I frowned, narrowing my eyes. “Who even are you?” I asked. “Why do you seem to have a vendetta


    against me just for having different beliefs than you?”


    Once again, the girl scoffed. “So you don’t deny it,” she said. “You must be his little minion or


    something. I see the way he walks you around like you’re on a leash.”


    “Hey.”


    Enzo’s deep, angry voice suddenly bellowed from behind the girl. She turned around, stepping slightly


    to the side as Enzo stormed toward her. Already, her face looked frightened, and she started to stagger


    backwards.


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    Enzo didn’t need to say anything. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he approached, and that was


    enough to cause the girl to turn tail and run down the hallway, out of sight.


    He stopped in front of me, staring after her, then unexpectedly wrapped his arm around my shoulders


    and pulled me close beside him as we continued to walk.


    “What are you doing?” I asked, looking up to see his sharp jaw set hard.


    “I told you I would protect you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t say that I’d only protect you from Edward.