"Really? You can't feel anything?" Mr. John's voice carried a hint of disbelief, though it wasn't sharp, just curious.
Aiden sighed and shook his head. "No. Nothing at all."
The wolf teacher studied him for a moment, his eyes narrowing as though he was trying to read something beneath Aiden's skin. Then he exhaled softly. "Maybe," John said slowly, "your power isn't leaning toward the wolf side either. Maybe it's leaning more toward the witches' side. But I think you should still keep trying, Aiden. Don't give up so easily."
Aiden straightened his back a little, determined to at least show he wasn't someone who would give up. "I won't stop trying," he said firmly. "I'll keep trying to feel my wolf."
Mr. John nodded, satisfied with the boy's answer. "Good. That's the spirit." Then his tone shifted, becoming more practical. "For now, though, I need to start watching the progress of the other students. I have to make sure they're not cheating in the training."
