로그인Chapter 102– Storm Academy, Utah**August 2031 – Late afternoon, Dean’s Office, Storm Academy**The office overlooks the jagged Wasatch peaks, late summer sun slanting through tall windows in long golden bars across the dark wood desk. Stacks of paperwork rise like small mountains: transfer requests, scholarship packets, disciplinary appeals from allied schools. At the center of it all sits Celeste Valentina Morau—Dean of Storm Academy, Legendary Bloodwizard Vampire and Storm Queen of the Swarm War, deep crimson eyes scanning each page with centuries-old precision despite her youthful appearance.Today’s pile is from BludHeaven Academy in Santa Cruz. Every file has already been rubber-stamped by Principal Moreau—pre-approved, vetted, ready for her final signature. She knows the system: only the edge cases, the special ones, the potentially volatile ones make it to her desk.She flips through applications mechanically—stamp, sign, set aside—until one folder stops her cold.**Ni
Chapter 101 – Chicken Wire and Flames**August 2031 – Thursday afternoon, Lake Hamilton High School art room**Last period drags—math, equations blurring on the board while my mind keeps drifting to tissue paper wolves and glue guns.When the final bell rings, I’m out the door fast, backpack slung low, heading straight to the art room down by the band hall.The door’s propped open, music leaking out—some indie playlist with soft guitars and wolf-howls mixed in for fun.Inside, it’s controlled chaos.Long tables covered in purple and gold crepe paper, chicken wire frames half-built into wolf shapes, paint cans, glitter everywhere. A big banner on the wall reads **CLASS OF 2031 – HOWLING TO VICTORY**.Mia’s already there, sleeves rolled up, silver-streaked hair tied back with a purple scrunchie. She’s wrestling with a roll of chicken wire, trying to bend it into a snarling wolf head.A couple other freshmen—mostly wolves and a few humans—are scattered around, laughing and spraying p
**Chapter 100 – Better Days****August 2031 – Thursday morning, Pearcy, Arkansas**Alarm hits at 6:15 a.m.—earlier than usual. I slap it silent before it can wake the house, roll out of bed already half-awake from last night’s messages still glowing in my head.Gray dawn light leaks through the blinds. I pull on black jeans, a faded Yellowcard tee under the red-kanji Nakamura hoodie, lace up my beat-up Vans. Dragon-feather necklace settles against my chest—warm, like it approves of early starts.Downstairs is quiet. Mom’s still asleep, Dad’s probably already out on the lake for his morning run. I grab a banana, scribble a note—*Out early, skating. See you after school.*—and slip out the front door with my board under my arm.Warm August air hits my face, crisp with pine and water. Street’s empty except for a couple of early joggers and the distant hum of a boat motor on the lake.I drop the board at the end of the driveway, foot on the tail, headphones in. Cue up Yellowcar
**Chapter 99 – Sparks and Earth****August 2031 – Lake Hamilton High School, Pearcy, Arkansas**Second day.I wake up to the alarm blaring Deftones—*Digital Bath* this time—and the faint smell of Mom’s miso soup drifting up the stairs. The dragon-feather necklace is warm against my chest, like it caught some leftover heat from yesterday’s flames.I throw on a gray hoodie (Nakamura kanji still in red on the back), jeans, sneakers. Grab the skateboard and backpack. Bus ride is quiet. Headphones in, staring out at the lake glittering under early sun. Thinking about yesterday. The pack didn’t eat me. Jake’s handshake felt real. And Mia… she kept glancing over during fire class. Quiet, but curious.I step off the bus, board under arm.The parking lot smells the same—pine, lake, wolf musk—but today it doesn’t feel quite so heavy.Jake spots me from across the lot, lifts his chin in greeting. A couple of the pack nod too. Progress.I head inside, locker slam, schedule check.
**Chapter 98 – Freshman Fire **August 2031 – Lake Hamilton High School, Pearcy, Arkansas**280 Wolf Street First day of high school, and I already feel like I’m Skateboarding into a lion’s den.Or rather a Wolves Den.Lake Hamilton High.Home of the Wolves—literal werewolves.The rival school to Lakeside, where my big sister Seras was cheer vice captain, sunrise goddess, and basically untouchable legend.Everyone in Hot Springs knows the name Nakamura now.Thanks, sis.I sling my backpack higher—plain black, no fancy runes yet—and step off the bus.with my Skateboard in hand held by the trucks. Black hoodie with the Nakamura Kanji in red on the back and a dragon Feather on a necklace from my Brother-in-law Lucian.The parking lot is packed—kids laughing, horns honking, scent of pine and lake water thick in the morning air.But under it—wolf musk.Strong.Territorial.The pack is here.I’m just a freshman fire wizard—fourteen, scrawny compared to some of these sophomores already shi
**Chapter 97 – Dawn Alliance** **March 26, 2031 – Storm Academy Secure Conference Chamber**The morning after victory feels too quiet.I wake early—Remy still asleep, arm heavy across my waist, coyote-gold aura dim with exhaustion.The academy is stirring slow—students returning, staff rebuilding wards, distant laughter echoing in halls that haven’t heard it in months.But peace has weight.I slip out careful, crown humming faint on the bedside table.Dress in simple leathers—no armor today.The secure chamber is deep underground—old war room from the academy’s founding, walls layered with Deep Script, blood wards, and now new USSF encryption nodes.Rowan set the link last night—triple-encrypted quantum channel, Shambhala resonance key, my blood signature lock.The holo-table activates at my touch.Screens flicker.First—USSF Liberty Prime command deck.Colonel Reyes center—uniform crisp, eyes sharp.Dr. Harlan beside—coffee in hand, hair wilder than yesterday.General Voss—new face







