Hunter: Trouble!

"Uh, yes, Mrs. Worn?" "Do you have a problem with my teaching, Ms. Carlie?" "No, Mrs. Worn." "Very well then."

She went on to explain class rules and regulations, and all the while I was getting more confused. Supernatural? As in, werewolves and stuff?

_Yes, as in werewolves and stuff, as you so rudely put it._

Oh. Tim yelled, then yelped as Mack smacked him hard in the back of the head, effectively giving me a headache that faded in a few minutes. The reason I knew this, that he was being smacked? I could feel it. It was like my nerves were connected to theirs, and whenever one of them touched something or got hurt, I felt it. It faded quickly for me, while the pain lasted for them. I sucked in a breath and tuned them out, one by one, or at least, tuned Tim out. Soon it was just silence, with the occasional quiet word that passed between Mack and Jason.

I focused then on the schoolwork, coping down the notes studiously, and as soon as the bell rang I was out the door. The Doctor was waiting for me...