MasukMr. Mark’s Office – Late NightMr. Mark walked briskly through the quiet corridor, his footsteps sharp against the stone floor. His heart was still pounding from the encounter at Draven’s hostel.That boy… No—that Alpha.He pushed open the door to his office and slammed it shut behind him. The room smelled of old books and ink. A single lantern flickered on his desk, throwing long shadows across the walls.“Get in here,” he snapped.Three students stepped forward nervously—the same ones who had reported the disturbance. Their heads were bowed, shoulders tense.“Do you know what you just did?” Mr. Mark barked.“N–No, sir,” one of them stammered.“You wasted my time,” he hissed. “You stirred trouble where none should exist.”“But sir,” another student said quickly, “we clearly heard fighting. Screams. Crashing sounds—”“Enough!” Mr. Mark slammed his palm on the desk, making them flinch. “This academy does not investigate rumors without proof. You had no witnesses. No dead bodies. No off
The hostel was quiet. Too quiet.Philipa lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her body aches feom the training had faded away, thanks to the healing halve, but her mind refused to rest. The fact thet the perfume was slowly down her healing abilities is worrisome, till, she needs to keep on using it. Every muscle felt relaxed when she moved, yet sleep would not come. Draven had alerted her on a possible attack on her soon, and that unsettled her. The men world is more competitive than she imagined. An attack on her just because she won fair, and square?. Suddenly, the room felt tensed... Something felt… wrong. She slowly sat up.The moonlight slipped through the window, casting pale lines across the floor. The curtains stirred slightly, even though there was no wind.Her wolf stirred uneasily inside her.Danger.Before she could react, the door creaked open.Three shadows slipped into the room.Her heart slammed violently against her chest.“Found him,” a low voice whispered.Phil
Night had fully settled over Ashbourne Academy.The hostels were quiet, but the silence felt heavy—like the academy itself was watching.Following the descriptions on the paper, Draven walked alone through a narrow stone corridor hidden behind the main training hall. Few students even knew this place existed. Torches lined the walls, their flames flickering weakly, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted like living things.His boots echoed softly as he moved.“This place is odd,” he muttered under his breath. Suddenly a sharp pain exploded in his brain, clutching his head, the touch fell from his hand as he groans. "What is happening to me?!" Blurry vision flashes through his mind, as the pain increases. The backside of a she-wolf is being showed, her length hairs, waves freely. Slowly she turns smiling, while beckoning on him to come closer. The vision ended swiftly as it's came, and the sudden pain fades away. Still clutching his head, he slowly stood up. Looks around an
Night slowly fell over the academy.The lights along the stone pathways flickered on one by one, casting long shadows across the buildings. Whispers filled the air—everyone was still talking about what happened on the training field.Inside one of the senior hostels, a door slammed open. Darkson stepped in.His silver-blue eyes were sharp, burning with restrained fury. The moment he entered, the room went completely silent.Marvin sat on the bed, his face swollen, bruised, and wrapped in crude bandages. Dried blood still stained his shirt. Two of his friends stood nearby, clearly nervous.Darkson’s gaze locked onto his brother "…Who did this to you?” he asked calmly.That calmness was far more terrifying than shouting.Marvin clenched his fists. “That newbie. Jordan.”Darkson took a slow step forward.“A newbie,” he repeated softly. “Did this?”Marvin’s jaw tightened. “He humiliated me in front of everyone. And Draven interfered.”At the mention of Draven’s name, Darkson’s eyes darke
He moved to sit on her, ready to crush her completely—But she rolled sharply. Marvin lost balance.In a blink, Philipa was on top of him.Her fists came down like a storm.Punch. Punch. Punch.The field went dead silent.Blood covered her knuckles. Marvin’s face twisted in pain as he groaned helplessly beneath her.She didn’t stop. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm. She spun around, ready to strike—And froze.Draven.“That’s enough,” he said coldly.He pulled her off Marvin and dragged her away. Marvin lay on the ground, broken and bleeding, barely conscious.Mr. Boorman stepped forward.Boorman followed his gaze, then looked back at Philipa and her opponent.“Hm,” he muttered. “Interesting.”He raised his voice.“You—newbie! Step back.” Philipa obeyed instantly. Marvin’s friends rushed to help him upBoorman turned to Marvin.“And you—run ten laps when you have regained your strength, and for losing focus.”“What?!” His friends protested. “But—”“Enough!.” Glares at Philipa. B
Back At Ashbourne...Exactly four o’clock, a loud bell rang across the academy, echoing through the halls and across the courtyards. The noise of students rushing out of their hostels filled the air—shouts, footsteps, and clattering armor mixing together. A deep, commanding voice boomed above it all, belonging to one of the teachers:“All students! Assemble at the training field immediately! Latecomers will face punishment!”Philipa glanced at Draven’s empty bed. He hadn’t returned to the room since earlier, and a flicker of relief passed through her. She quickly pulled on one of Kaden’s training uniforms—looser, more comfortable than her own—and adjusted it as best she could.The voice started counting down, “Five… four… three… two…” and students panicked, shouting and running in every direction. Philipa didn’t waste a second. She dashed out, sprinting toward the training field along with the others.When she arrived, she was struck by the sight of the massive field. Unlike the dini







