تسجيل الدخولRowan slowly lifted his head. Blood stained his lips. His eyes… defiant. And then—He spat out. Blood splattered across Darkson’s face.Silence.For one second— Everything froze.Then—Darkson’s expression twisted into pure and uncontrolled fury.“You—”He grabbed Rowan by the collar, lifting him slightly—And in that moment—Something slipped.The letter.It fell from Rowan’s pant. Landing softly on the ground between them.Both of them froze. Darkson’s eyes dropped.Then— He moved fast.He snatched the letter from the ground before Rowan could react.Rowan’s heart sank.“No—” it was too late.Darkson unfolded it. His eyes scanned the contents. Once. Twice. Then—His expression changed.The fury… Vanished and it was replaced by something else.Shock.His grip on Rowan loosened slightly.“…What is this?” he muttered. His eyes flicked to the seal and saw the golden crest and the name.His face went pale. For a brief second—He said nothing.Then suddenly—He burst out laughing loud and wild.“H
Draven came to an abrupt halt mid-run.Rowan nearly crashed into him.“Hey—what are you—”Before he could finish, Draven spun around and grabbed him hard by the shoulders.Rowan froze.There was something in Draven’s eyes now—something fierce, urgent… commanding.“Listen to me carefully,” Draven said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the chaos in Rowan’s head. “There’s no time to explain this.”Rowan blinked, trying to catch his breath. “Draven, what’s going on? Philipa—”“Rowan!” Draven snapped. That single word silenced him.“Go to my hostel. Now.”Rowan frowned, confused.“My bag—beside my bed,” Draven continued rapidly. “There’s a package inside. Find the scrolls—empty letter paper.”Rowan opened his mouth to speak—But Draven didn’t stop.“You will write a letter. And address it to Beta Delon and Gamma Phil of BloodFall Pack.” Rowan’s confusion deepened.“Tell them this is an urgent command. They are to come to the academy immediately—with one unit of elite warriors.”
EARLIER ON...Far behind Kaden’s advancing figure, shadows moved with silent precision.Beta Stefan’s men had been trailing him for hours.They kept their distance carefully—never too close, never too far—blending into the darkness like ghosts. Dry leaves barely whispered beneath their boots, and even the night breeze seemed to cooperate with their mission.Rian, the leader of the group, raised a hand sharply. The others halted instantly.Ahead of them, through the thin veil of trees, Kaden’s silhouette came into view—tall, confident… and completely unguarded.Too unguarded.Rian’s eyes narrowed.“He’s slowing down,” one of the men, Lorne, whispered from behind. “Looks like he’s approaching the academy perimeter.”Rian crouched slightly, studying him.“Good,” he murmured. “Stay sharp. He’ll try something soon.”Another spy leaned closer, voice barely audible.“He won’t walk in through the front gate. Not at this hour.”Rian nodded.“Exactly. We intercept him the moment he attempts any hi
The two elders behind him remained silent, but their sharp gazes were fixed entirely on Philipa.Like judges already passing sentence.Mark cleared his throat from beside the desk.A satisfied smile stretched across his face as he addressed the newcomers.“Perfect timing, Sir Boorman.”He gestured toward Philipa.“As you can see, the deception has been uncovered.”His voice carried pride.“The female infiltrator who dared to violate the academy’s sacred laws… has finally been exposed.”Boorman stepped fully into the office, the faint torchlight from the corridor stretching long shadows across the room.His eyes rested on Philipa in Draven’s arms.Slowly… a satisfied smile spread across his thin lips.“So,” he said calmly, clasping his hands behind his back, again “the truth has finally come to light.”The two elders behind him stepped inside as well, their sharp eyes studying Philipa like scholars examining a rare specimen.Mark nodded eagerly.“Yes, Sir. The deception—”Boorman lifted a
Draven stood still for a moment after Mark’s threat.The room seemed to grow heavier.Mark’s grin stretched wider, almost unhinged, as he watched Draven’s back.Slowly… Draven turned.His eyes were calm—but the calm carried something far more dangerous than rage.Mark chuckled.“Ah… so you do understand what I mean.”Of course Draven understood.Every wolf raised under the ancient laws knew the punishment.A female disguising herself as a male to enter the academy.Deception of the council. Violation of sacred order.The punishment was simple... Execution before sunrise.Draven knew the law. But he also knew something else.He would never let it happen. He said nothing.Instead, he turned again toward the door and reached for the handle.Mark’s laughter rang out again.“You’re not leaving.” Draven paused.Mark wiped blood from his lip, still smiling.“There’s no point trying.”His voice carried a cruel satisfaction.“Mr. Boorman and several elders are already on their way here.”The wor
Rowan grabbed his shoulders as Draven clutched his chest in pain.“What’s wrong?!”Draven’s breathing turned ragged.Something inside him was pounding violently.Like a heartbeat that wasn’t his own.Again. And again... And again.His vision blurred.“Damn it…” he growled under his breath.The sensation kept repeating, sharper each time.Pain... Fear... And desperation.Then suddenly— It stopped.Draven’s head snapped up.His eyes burned with realization.“…Jordan.”Rowan barely had time to react before Draven tore away from him and sprinted the final steps down the corridor.They reached Mark’s office.Draven didn’t hesitate. He kicked the door open with explosive force.The wood slammed against the wall.The sight inside made his blood boil instantly.Philipa lay curled on the floor.Bruised. Groaning. And Mark stood over her.For a split second the entire room went silent.Then Draven stepped forward.And the air in the room changed completely.For a heartbeat after the door burst
Mr. 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
“Mom! Please—don’t leave me!”The little boy clung desperately to his mother’s hands, his small fingers shaking as tears streamed down his face. His cries echoed through the cold air, broken and helpless.“Please, Mom… take me with you,” Draven sobbed. “I’ll be good. I promise.”His mother’s face w
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
The cafeteria was loud and crowded, just like every morning.Metal trays clanged against long tables, chairs scraped the floor, and voices overlapped as students hurried to eat before the bell rang for morning classes.The scent of warm bread, roasted meat, and soup filled the air.Marvin sat with







