Mag-log in"It's impossible we are going to survive the upcoming semester if we keep hiding in the shadows like frightened animals while the council drafts our execution warrants."My voice cuts sharply through the damp, subterranean air of the abandoned boiler room beneath the eastern dormitories, echoing off rusted pipes and peeling concrete walls. A dozen student faces turn toward me in the dim light cast by a single flickering overhead bulb, their eyes wide with a mixture of terror and desperate hope. These are the forgotten ones, the bullied omegas, the ignored scholarship kids, and the lower tier fighters whom the elite alpha hierarchy treats as disposable trash. I stand atop an overturned metal crate, my spine rigid and my hands resting flat against my thighs as I study every bruised cheekbone and trembling shoulder in front of me. They expect me to offer them empty comfort, but sympathy won't stop the council's extraction squads from dragging them to the sacrificial altars during the nex
"There is no point in pretending your loyalty belongs to the student body when your signature is right here on the extraction authorizations for the upcoming lunar ascension, Professor Vance!"My voice slams against the damp brick walls of the secluded campus greenhouse, ricocheting off glass panes and damp foliage while the older man freezes mid stride beside a massive fern. Professor Vance slowly turns around, his face draining of all color as he realizes the heavy iron doors are bolted shut behind him. I keep my boots planted firmly on the gravel path, my fingers curled into tight fists at my sides while my eyes narrow into lethal slits. I followed him straight from the faculty lounge after watching him slip a confidential roster into his coat pocket with furtive panic, a clear sign that the mentors I trusted my entire life were nothing more than operatives for a shadow faction. Vance tries to force an unconvincing smile, his hands trembling as he clutches a leather bound journal a
"There is no way you are accessing the main server nodes without triggering a complete system lockdown across the entire academy grid, Evelyn, because the elders coded those firewalls in blood."Jayson’s voice cuts sharply through the dim, hum-heavy atmosphere of the faculty records basement, his tall frame blocking the narrow doorway while his dark eyes burn with a mixture of panic and intense, possessive frustration. My fingers dance rapidly across the glowing glass terminal, bypassing the final encryption layer with a cold, ruthless efficiency that makes the interface blink in submission. I don't look up from the cascade of scrolling data reflecting in my irises, my jaw set as I pull up the forbidden faculty logs that the council has spent centuries burying beneath layers of digital armor. Jayson steps closer, his boots clicking hard against the concrete floor, his hands hovering inches from my shoulders as if he wants to physically drag me away from the screen before the automated
"There is no force on this cursed earth that is going to stop me from ripping the final remnants of the high council to shreds tonight, because my patience for their games officially expired three years ago on an execution block!"The raw, vibrating fury of my voice hits the cold stone walls of the upper corridor, shattering the heavy silence and making my boots strike the polished marble floor with absolute, unstoppable momentum. Jayson steps out from the shadows of the council archway, his tailored jacket slightly undone at the collar while his dark eyes burn with an intense, possessive hunger that completely sidelines his usual administrative composure. He doesn't try to block my path or offer any patronizing advice; instead, he closes the physical distance between us with a fast, decisive stride that halts just inches away, his chest rising and falling heavily as he matches my lethal energy. Simon rounds the far corner a heartbeat later, tossing a heavy ring of master security key
"There is no turning back now because the blood moon is cresting the ridge and those council cowards are going to answer for every single drop of agony they forced down my throat!"My voice shatters the tense silence of the subterranean corridor, echoing off the damp stone walls with a savage, unyielding fury that makes my boots strike the floor like a drumbeat of war. Jayson steps out from the shadows of the arched doorway, his tailored jacket slightly rumpled, his dark eyes burning with an intense, possessive hunger that completely strips away his usual cold administrative mask. He doesn't waste a second trying to stall me; instead, he closes the distance between us with a fast, decisive stride that halts just inches away, his chest rising and falling heavily as he matches my fierce energy. Simon rounds the corner right behind him, tossing a heavy leather pouch of forged security credentials onto the stone flags with a sharp metallic clatter, his amber eyes locked onto my face with
"There is absolutely no way you are walking alone into the heart of the high council chambers tonight, because I would rather set this entire academy ablaze with my own bare hands than let you face those executioners by yourself!"Jayson’s voice detonates against the cold, high stone walls of the upper corridor, vibrating with a raw, unhinged desperation that makes my boots stop dead on the polished marble floor. My fingers tighten instinctively around the cold steel hilt of my hidden dagger while my eyes snap toward him, narrowing into razor-sharp slits as I process the absolute defiance radiating from his tall frame. He doesn't wait for my verbal demolition, instead closing the physical gap between us with a fast, reckless stride that traps me right against the heavy oak doors of the archive room. Simon rounds the far corner a heartbeat later, tossing a pair of heavy master keys onto the floor with a loud, metallic clatter that echoes through the quiet hall, his amber eyes burning w







