Wild Beast

When he left the study room with Gamma Phil walking behind him, Draven went straight to his chambers. Everything he needed had already been arranged—clothes, documents, seals, and the carefully forged identity he would use within the academy walls. He was pleased.

But more than that, the thought of being surrounded by young Alpha wolves, who are proud, arrogant, untested—and tearing apart whatever dark secrets Ashbourne Academy was hiding stirred something dangerous in him. Excitement flickered in his eyes.

Less than thirty minutes later, he was already at the border of BloodFall Pack.

Gamma Phil, Beta Devon, and a few trusted officers stood with him, their expressions tense as they reluctantly bade him farewell. Warnings were repeated and pleas were ignored.

Draven insisted on going without a carriage despite their objections.

“I don’t intend to announce myself,” he said calmly.

Ten minutes later, he stood before the massive iron gates of Ashbourne Academy, winter snow blanketing the ground beneath his feet. The cold didn’t bother him in the slightest.

The guards at the first gate assessed him openly, their gazes lingering longer than necessary on his striking features. After a brief inspection of his identity, he was allowed through.

The second gate was far larger—thicker, darker, reinforced with runes. The guards stationed there were stern-looking, hardened men with unfriendly eyes.

One of them scoffed loudly as Draven approached.

“Pretty face,” the guard muttered mockingly. “You sure you’re not lost, boy?”

Draven stopped..He lifted his gaze slowly.

Just a look. The guard’s words died in his throat. His face drained of color as his wolf recoiled violently inside him, shrinking back in terror. He swallowed hard, unable to speak another word.

At that moment, a sudden commotion erupted.

The doors of the main hall burst open, and groups of students scrambled out in panic. Some fell over one another in their desperation to escape. Others stumbled forward, faces pale, eyes wide with terror, as though they had just come face-to-face with a furious beast.

Draven’s brows furrowed slightly.

Curious, he intercepted one of the fleeing students who had fallen hard onto the snowy ground.

“Hey... What’s wrong?” Draven asked calmly.

The student trembled violently, pointing back toward the hall with shaking fingers.

“T-there are monsters in there,” he stammered. “Furious students… with... with... deadly auras… it’s a death trap. Don’t go in there if you want to live!”

With that, the student scrambled away through the first gate without looking back.

Draven smirked. His curiosity was fully aroused.

One of the guards noticed that smile and froze.

That’s the smile of a dangerous wolf, he thought uneasily..His eyes dropped to the identity card in his hand.

Draven Caesar?. He must be from one of the prominent bloodlines, the guard concluded nervously.

Draven retrieved his card as he was instructed to proceed to the hall, where a staff member would escort him to his dormitory. He thanked them politely and walked away, while the guards immediately launched into hushed discussions about him.

The closer Draven got to the hall, the stronger the clashing auras became.

He grinned. “This is getting far more interesting than I assumed,” he murmured as he stepped inside.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the oppressive aura inside the hall died instantly.

Then— A far stronger, offensive aura erupted outward. The noise vanished.

Conversations died mid-sentence. Every head turned toward him. Faces went pale. Some students appeared shocked, others curious but trying desperately to hide it.

Instinctively, they backed away.

Draven frowned. “Is this it?” he thought coldly. “Just some losers? Then why were those students running.?

He didn’t notice someone approaching from the opposite direction... and they collided.

Draven straightened—and found himself staring into a pair of sharp green eyes blazing with irritation.

The surrounding students gathered closer, though none dared speak. Everyone knew who this was.

Darkson Lawlessness. Just as his name, he was a notorious bully and as well as the most powerful Alpha student in the academy.

Darkson frowned deeply as he met Draven’s storm-grey gaze—and then his frown deepened further.

This was the first student who had ever looked him directly in the eyes without flinching.

And he hated it. “You’d better watch where you’re going, newbie, i can't guarantee leaving your pretty face flawless next time ” Darkson warned, some students laughed. 

Draven answered him with nothing but a slow, devilish grin.

Darkson’s face drained of color.

His wolf whimpered, nearly fleeing outright. Sweat broke across his forehead as fear clawed at his chest.

Who the hell is this? he thought in panic.

Draven stepped aside to leave.

But the laughter turned into murmurs from the watching students... it made Darkson boils with rage.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Draven’s clothing, yanking him back.

It was a mistake.