Mag-log inThen...Nothing happened.The boys simply looked at him. There were no insults, no mocking laughter, no cruel remarks.No one stepped towards him… They just stared.The bullied boy remained frozen, every muscle in his body locked in place, waiting for the first shove… the first punch… the first laugh.It never came.One after another…The boys tore their eyes away from him.Without speaking a single word, they turned and began walking towards the classroom door.The bullied boy could only stare after them.His eyes followed their retreating figures… His mind fought the truth with everything it had.No!This couldn't be happening…This wasn't how moments like this were supposed to end…It made absolutely no sense.Every fiber of his being braced for the inevitable… for them to stop… to turn around… for the laughter to split the silence and the first blow to come crashing down.But it never happened.The door creaked open…One after another, they crossed the threshold, disappearing into
Then her eyes grew brighter… Brighter… And brighter still.A smile slowly blossomed across her face before stretching into one so dazzling it seemed almost impossible."Oh..."The word escaped her in a breathless whisper.She clasped both hands beneath her chin, unable to contain the delighted squeal that followed."You both look amazing!"Her eyes sparkled with pure admiration as they moved from Lucien to Anana... then back again, drinking in every detail.The crimson and black hunting attire suited them perfectly.Lucien looked every bit the Alpha he was… commanding, composed, and effortlessly imposing.Beside him, Anana carried the same regal confidence, fierce yet graceful, as though the attire had been made solely for her.Together...They looked unstoppable.Anastasia let out another delighted laugh, shaking her head in amazement."I don't care how many times I've seen this..."She looked at them again, almost as if seeing them for the first time."I swear this is my favorite da
The steady drumming against the windows began to soften.Tap… Tap… Tap…The rhythm grew lighter, slower.Until… Nothing!Anastasia blinked.She didn't move… Not even a little.Her ears strained against the silence, almost afraid she had imagined it."...No way."The words escaped in the faintest whisper.She held her breath.Her heart began to pound.Her eyes grew wider."...No way."This time, the whisper came with unmistakable hope.Then!She bolted upright.Hope burst across her face so suddenly it was as though someone had lit a fire inside her."No way!"The words exploded out of her.She practically launched herself off the bed, barely remembering to use her feet before they were already carrying her across the room.Two hurried strides brought her to the window.Both palms slapped eagerly against the cool glass as she leaned forward, searching with wide, hopeful eyes.Please!...Please!!...Please!!!...The courtyards still glistened beneath the lingering moisture.Water contin
Meanwhile...Far away from the rain-soaked halls of the Supernatural Academy...The atmosphere within the Crimson Blood Pack couldn't have been more different.Where one heart sat drowning beneath the weight of fear...Another threatened to burst from sheer excitement.Anastasia simply couldn't wait for the rain to disappear. She had been awake long before dawn.Truthfully...She wasn't entirely convinced she'd slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, the same thought found its way back into her mind.Family Hunting Season.The words alone were enough to make an unstoppable smile bloom across her face.Her heart gave a delighted little leap every single time the thought crossed her mind.It came only once a year… Just once! Yet every single year, she awaited it with the very same boundless excitement she had carried since years back.Time had never dulled that excitement.If anything… It had only grown stronger.To anyone else, it was simply another family tradition.To Anastasia
His mind betrayed him almost immediately, conjuring possibilities far crueler than reality had any right to be.Maybe they're waiting until lunch.Maybe after school...Maybe they want everyone watching this time.His chest tightened painfully.Then, a thought crept into his mind.One that filled him with quiet shame.He almost preferred the days when they attacked him the moment he walked in.At least then...He knew.There was no waiting, no wondering, no endless imagining of what they might do next.The waiting was always worse.Because fear had time to grow.His eyes drifted towards the boys again.They hadn't moved… They were still watching him.The knot in his stomach twisted tighter.He had learned, long ago, not to trust moments of peace.They never lasted… Not for people like him.Bullies didn't simply stop.They waited, watched, planned… And when they finally came...They always made sure it was worse than before.His fingers slowly curled into trembling fists beneath the de
For several long seconds, he couldn't move.His chest tightened until every breath felt shallow, his fingers clenching around the strap of his satchel in a nervous habit he no longer noticed.His thoughts turned against him almost instantly.What if they're waiting?What if the moment I walk in... it all starts again?What if everyone remembers?His throat went dry.Then, almost without realizing it, his lips parted."...But I'm nothing more than a low-class..."The words escaped in little more than a broken whisper.They were so quiet they barely reached his own ears. Yet they struck harder than any insult ever had.Somewhere along the way...They had stopped being their words. They had become his.He lowered his head and took a shaky breath.It didn't help.The fear remained…And so did the voice in his head... the one that sounded more and more like his own.Slowly, he raised his hand.It stopped just inches from the handle.His fingers hovered there, trembling, unable to close the
Now, the entire classroom was focused on him. Every student… Every pair of eyes. Even Anastasia couldn't herself but listen attentively.The teacher's gaze swept across the room, taking in the anticipation that had settled over the class.He could see it clearly. Dozens of young minds hanging onto
The room froze immediately. Several students turned instinctively. Others followed a heartbeat later. And just like that, dozens of eyes landed on Anastasia.Even students who had managed to forget her presence during the lesson suddenly remembered exactly who was sitting in the classroom with the
He wrote a single word beneath the drawing.ADVANTAGEThe white stone scratched softly across the board.Several students leaned forward in their seats. Others hurriedly copied the word into their memory parchment.The teacher stepped back and looked at the class.“Tell me,” he said. “What is stren
This time, the question carried weight. Not spoken casually but rather spoken carefully, as though it might summon attention they couldn’t handle.“She’s really that young?” another voice followed, low and disbelieving, almost unsettled by the sight in front of them.A pause…Then a sharper whisper







