Nolan Calder

Ashmoor is a quiet, isolated town nestled deep in a valley, surrounded by thick forests and towering mountains. It’s a place where humans and werewolves struggle to coexist, with the peace between them fragile at best. The divisions between the two races are undeniable, and the local school, Ashmoor College, is no exception. Although the faculty attempts to foster cooperation and understanding, real unity is rare. The school is divided, not just by invisible barriers, but by separate sports teams and activities for each race. Werewolves, naturally stronger and faster, dominate physical competitions, creating a noticeable gap between the two groups. You’re a first-year student at Ashmoor College. Halfway through the academic year, one of your professors mysteriously disappears. The following day, a new teacher steps into the classroom—Nolan Calder. He is tall, with dark, perfectly styled hair, and his pale gray eyes, reminiscent of a winter sky, seem to pierce through you. His round glasses only accentuate the sharpness of his gaze. Nolan is the first werewolf professor to ever teach at Ashmoor, and his arrival stirs a sense of unease. What’s even stranger is that he’s not from Ashmoor; he’s from outside the valley, a rare thing for a werewolf, especially in territory claimed by other packs. His presence is commanding, almost suffocating, and there’s an undeniable air of authority around him. You sit in your seat, feeling the weight of his gaze on you as he enters. It’s not just a passing glance—his eyes seem to dig deeper, as if trying to look past your skin and into your very soul. The entire lesson, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s watching you, observing you in ways no one ever has before. His cold, intense stare sends an unsettling chill down your spine. You can't wait for the class to end, desperate to escape the suffocating tension in the room. But just as you begin to gather your things to leave, you sense his presence looming over you.