LOGINDarkson’s smirk lingered as his gaze shifted between Jay who held his arms firmly.The tension in the air thickened instantly.“Let him go,” Jay repeated, his voice calm—but edged with something sharp beneath it.Darkson chuckled under his breath.“And why would I do that?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “You just appeared out of nowhere and now you’re giving me orders?”Jay’s grip tightened.“Because this is the academy grounds,” he replied coldly. “And what you’re doing is excessive.”Darkson glanced down at Rowan’s battered form on the ground. Then back at them.His grin widened.“Excessive?” he echoed. “He was sneaking around like a rat past curfew. I asked questions. He chose to stay silent.”Jay’s eyes narrowed.“And you chose to beat him half to death?”Darkson’s expression darkened slightly.“Don’t pretend you don’t understand how this works,” he said flatly. “Secrets don’t get protected for free, and you yourself is a bully.”Rowan let out a weak cough on the ground, hi
Rowan 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
Two minutes later, Lyria left her chamber.Her face was carefully arranged into a picture of worry and concern—eyes soft, steps hurried but controlled. Anyone who saw her would think she was a devoted Luna burdened by fear for her mate.Behind her, Kaden stayed back, pretending to study after many
Lyria’s fingers trembled as she clutched the edge of the couch, her breathing uneven. She stared at her son as though seeing him for the first time.“No…” she whispered. “That plan—if it fails—”“It won’t,” Kaden interrupted calmly. His voice was steady, frighteningly so. “Father is desperate. Bloo
Using the immediate chaos, as some of the staff hurried toward where the alarm was blaring, Draven moved swiftly and decisively. He grabbed Philipa’s wrist and pulled her along dark corridors, keeping close to the walls, slipping through shadows and blind spots he clearly knew by heart. Curious st
Stefan returned to the estate and went straight for the Alpha’s study.He knocked once, briefly, then stepped inside.To his surprise, Kadel was still there.The Alpha sat hunched over the table, his broad shoulders slumped, his head lowered as though sleep had taken him where exhaustion could not







