LOGINOn my sixteenth birthday, everything changes. One moment I'm your below-average girl—the next moment, I’m a monster. A werewolf. As a danger to society, and with my parents' refusal to help me, I have no other choice but to go to the werewolf place. Nothing prepares me for what waits for me inside the Academy of the Moon. Not only do I learn that the horrid tales I’d been told about werewolves were not true—but that I am different from the others. This results in my being a scapegoat for condemnation. What’s even worse is that the boy who marked me might be a murderer. He’s on the loose. Will he come back for me? Am I turning into an evil beast, like him? And then, there’s Elijah Ledger. The future alpha—a gorgeous werewolf who appears to be bearing dark secrets from everyone. I’m drawn to him. But he’s a magnet for misfortune, and his secrets start to unveil themselves. While I’m dealing with an array of problems, including a jealous girl who can’t stand my newfound attention from Elijah—one by one, students are getting attacked at the academy. The big question is: who is it? And why are they doing it? Things get ugly—and I am caught in the middle of it.
View MoreThat evening, Mrs. Humphrey summons me to her office.The candles are already lit when I enter, casting light across the endless shelves of scrolls and books. She doesn’t look up right away. When she finally does, her gaze lingers on the locket around my neck, but doesn’t comment on it.Whether she knows it is from Elijah…“I assume you’ve heard the rumors,” she says.I nod.“Then you already know the school isn’t safe anymore, despite all my efforts to keep our Alpha out of our business.”My stomach tightens as I immediately cut to the chase. “You think a hunter’s really here?”Her tone stays even. “I think too many people are pretending they know what’s going on when they don’t.” She gestures toward the necklace. “Do not take that off. Not under any circumstances.”Okay—so she knows what it is. Yet, she doesn’t ask where I got it or if I know where Elijah is.I assume she might know it’s from him, but possibly presume that he had given it to me before he disappeared. Who knows?Unle
The Academy feels wrong on so many levels. Though, it had been feeling this way for a good while now.It’s the same stone walls, same echoing halls, same smell of burnt coffee and magical disinfectant—but everything was more intense. Like the whole place is holding its breath.I keep checking the necklace Elijah gave me to make sure nothing else had changed on it. It is still cracked and glowing—hidden from sight beneath my shirt.I have considered on a few occasions to remove it, thinking it might be the cause behind me sudden burst of magic abilities, but reconsidered it. If Elijah had sent it and there might be extra hidden features to it that I was unaware of, he must have had a good reason for it.However, I can’t imagine how my inability to control my magic or moods would benefit us in any way… But, I trust him.By breakfast, rumors are everywhere.Someone claims a cloaked figure was spotted near the east gate. Another swears they saw someone slip into the forest behind the trai
“Wow,” Celeste mutters. “That escalated fast.”Adrian pushes his tray away. “Look, I just—Mr. Ledger’s getting worse. He’s everywhere, watching everyone. You don’t get it, Nate. You never take anything seriously until it’s too late.”And then he stands and walks off, leaving his half-eaten food and a crater of awkward silence in his wake.Nate stares after him, the grin wiped clean off his face. Then he snorts, shaking his head. “Guess the honeymoon’s over.”“Nate—” I start, but he cuts me off, waving his hand.“Nope. Don’t. I’m fine. Totally fine. Never better. Who needs consistent emotional support anyway?”Celeste gives him a look that could curdle milk. “You’re so full of crap.”“I prefer emotionally constipated, thanks.”Later that day, when I’m heading to Mrs. Humphrey’s office for our “mandatory meditation session,” I overhear something I’m not supposed to.Two Council members are arguing in the corridor outside her door. “—he said she’s the Alpha’s weapon,” one of them whisper
Mrs. Humphrey doesn’t say anything else after that.She just stares at me, long enough to make my skin crawl. I’m taking a wild guess this was her way to prove a point or give me time to think about it. Which sure, I don’t want to give Mr. Ledger more ammunition to use against me.But could you really blame me?I refuse to sit here and listen to everyone drag Elijah while pretending his psychotic father is the second coming of the Moon Goddess. Who I may add—didn’t seem to favor him either.Then, without another word, Mrs. Humphrey stands, smooths her dress, and tells me I’m dismissed. She doesn’t scold me or give me a further lecture—just that unnerving calm that makes me wish she had yelled.I leave her office still trembling, my mind buzzing with what she said. We don’t want to draw more attention from Mr. Ledger.As if I hadn’t already done that by nearly ripping a student’s throat out.Celeste and Nate are waiting outside the office. Celeste looks furious, Nate looks guilty, and
A loud buzzing jolts me out of sleep.Then a sharp pop.Then another.Followed by a scream.I bolt upright, gasping, my chest seizing like something’s just been ripped out of me. For a second, I can’t breathe. My body feels wrong—like I’ve been snapped in half and shoved back together with the piec
The session with Humphrey was surprisingly uneventful. It isn’t until three in the morning that she decides we have done enough practice for the evening—and like last time, dear Diana left me with more questions than actual answers.During my time inside the spiritual realm, Diana doesn’t say a wor
Celeste.Keeping Hailey awake turned out to be way harder than any of us expected. We didn’t plan it properly, but it’s not like we had time to spare to come up with a better solution.And now that Dreamwalking is being directly monitored, things have gone from bad to worse. Hailey is in more dange
Nate scrambles. I intercept Hailey again, trying to guide her back toward the bed without actually hurting her. She’s not listening, not seeing us, really. Her mouth keeps moving, her face tight with panic. “Elijah—he’s not okay—I know it—dammit, Celeste, let go of me—!”The sleeping bag hits me in






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