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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Disappointment
MaliaThe ride back to the house was suffocating. No one spoke; even Corey, usually quick to fill silence with some ill-timed joke, sat quietly, staring out the window. Asher was behind the wheel, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. The lines of his jaw were sharp with tension, and his hazel eyes—eyes that now carried the weight of betrayal—remained fixed on the road ahead. I wanted to say something, to reach for his hand or whisper a word of comfort, but the atmosphere was so fragile, I feared any attempt might shatter it. So I stayed quiet, watching him out of the corner of my eye, feeling my own heart break for the man who had been betrayed by his father, of all people. When we finally pulled up to the house, Asher didn’t wait for anyone. He stepped out of the car and strode toward the front door, his shoulders rigid with unspoken turmoil. The rest of us lingered for a moment, exchanging uncertain glances. Jamie was the first to
Last Updated : 2025-01-20Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Off guard
MaliaAsher finally emerged from his room that morning, and I swear the entire house seemed to exhale in relief. Seeing him now, walking toward the kitchen freshly showered, his hair damp and face set in that familiar stern expression, it felt like a small victory. I stayed in the hallway, peeking around the corner as he grabbed a plate and served himself a proper meal for the first time in what felt like forever. The scrape of the fork against the plate broke the silence that had hung in the house, and it was strange how something so mundane—eating breakfast—could feel so monumental. Asher didn’t rush. He sat there, eating slowly, deliberately, like a man who had made up his mind about something. His shoulders were straighter, his movements measured. Whatever wall he had hit in those days of isolation, he had finally broken through it. But the man who sat at that table didn’t look like the same Asher I’d known before. I turned away before he could catch me staring. Moments late
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Nightmares
Asher The nightmares began almost immediately after our trip to the southern woods. Sleep became a battleground, one I was ill-equipped to handle. Every night, I would close my eyes only to find myself back there, staring into the smoldering remains of that hut, hearing the old woman’s trembling voice as she described the red wizard—my father. Except, in my dreams, it was never just her voice. It was his. “You’ve always been a pawn, Asher,” Jude’s voice echoed, cold and taunting. “You think you’ve been in control? You’ve been following my plan all along.” I’d wake up drenched in sweat, gasping for air, my hands clutching the sheets as if they could anchor me to reality. But the worst dreams weren’t of him—they were of Malia. In those dreams, her eyes would harden, her soft voice twisted with malice as she whispered, “You should’ve seen it coming, Asher. Everyone betrays you eventually.” I couldn’t shake them. Couldn’t shake the fear. By the time the Alphas and Lycan
Last Updated : 2025-01-22Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold In my blood
Asher Knowing what really happened with my father, Victory, if you could even call it that, tasted like ash in my mouth.Jude, the person I trusted and admired for his strength and integrity, had let me down. He had manipulated me, used my grief and rage to blind me, to turn me into a weapon against my own mother.Granted, she needed to be put down, but to know he was only egging me on because he wanted her gone really hurts my feelings The truth left me stunned and every memory we shared, every lesson he had taught me, now felt tainted, poisoned by his deceit. I had been a fool, blinded by my grief, easily swayed by his carefully constructed lies. The image of Brooke's eyes filled with a shock just as I killed her flashed before me, a haunting reminder of the monster I had become under Jude's influence.I was tired of keeping to myself. I needed to talk to Jamie. He was the only one who truly understood, the only one who had witnessed the depths of my despair and the agonizing weig
Last Updated : 2025-01-23Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Divine Approval
Asher As we headed back to Lycone, I turned to Jamie, who was still pacing the edge of the clearing, muttering curses under his breath. His frustration mirrored my own, but I couldn’t let him act on it. Not yet. “Jamie,” I called, my tone firm. He stopped and looked at me, his face hard with anger. “What?” “You can’t tell anyone about this.” He blinked, stunned. “What? Asher, are you serious? We’re talking about Jude—your father! A wizard who has been lying to us this whole time! How are we supposed to just sit on that?” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Because we don’t know how far this goes. If we start spreading this around, it could blow up in our faces. Jude’s been planning this for years. We don’t even know who’s working with him or who might be compromised.” Jamie hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “But Corey… Nina… Amara… Malia. They deserve to know. They’ve fought for you, Asher. They’re your pack. Don’t you trust them?” “It’s not about trust,” I
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Secret love life
AsherThe nightmare came again. Malia stood before me, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t place—was it pity? Regret? Betrayal? The words she spoke were muffled, like they were being dragged through water, but I could feel their weight. And then, without warning, she turned her back on me, walking away into the shadows. “No!” I jolted awake, my body drenched in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was still, save for the soft rustle of Malia’s breathing beside me. Her chest rose and fell with a rhythm that should have been comforting, but tonight, it wasn’t. Tonight, everything felt wrong. I wiped my face, trying to shake the nightmare from my mind, but it clung to me like a second skin. I glanced at Malia, her features serene, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. I couldn’t stay here. Not like this. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, grabbing a robe and tying it loosely around me. The cool air of the hallway greeted me as I made my way toward the
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Out of Time
AsherI was still thinking about what the priest said, and he also was very quiet—it seems he wanted me to think clearly about my decision, so the temple was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the candles burning around the altar. I exhaled deeply, my breath breaking the stillness, and ran a hand through my hair. The priest’s words lingered in my mind, their weight pressing against my chest. For a moment, I let my thoughts drift back to my parents. Memories surfaced, though they were fragmented and fleeting—snapshots of a time that now felt like a distant dream. They were never affectionate with each other. My father, Ian, always seemed distracted, his focus somewhere else, his smiles rare and fleeting. My mother, Brooke, was cold, calculating. She played her role as Luna well, but there was always something off about her warmth—it never felt real. The moments they spent together were more like business transactions than the bond of mates. As a child, I hadn’t questioned it. But
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Like a Prey
Asher The knock on my office door came just as I was summoning the council. My pulse was still hammering after the report of the Sky Pack deaths. The sheer brutality described in the messenger’s words had left me cold, and now, with the council scattered across the packs, I was trying to get them together fast enough to address the chaos.“Come in,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.The door opened, and I immediately recognized the twin Alpha heirs of Sky Pack. Darian and Ryker Glenn—Jet’s sons, the next in line to rule the most politically aggressive pack in the kingdom. Their presence wasn’t a good sign. Darian stepped in first, his sharp blue eyes cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. His posture was perfectly composed, every movement deliberate, as if he was constantly weighing the gravity of his own existence. His neatly groomed beard and tailored leather jacket gave him the appearance of someone who had already assumed the throne, even if it technically
Last Updated : 2025-01-24
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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Always be mine
AsherThe sun began to rise.The golden light washed over the field like a mercy none of us deserved. It touched the broken, the bloodied, and the dead. Too many. Faces I’d known. Names I’d grown up with.The Reece mages dropped one by one, barely able to stand. Their magic was gone—sacrificed to stop one man.Rhedd clutched her stomach, pale and shaking, her magic burned out like a candle in wind.The wolves—those still standing—shifted back. Naked, bruised, and dazed. They looked at me like they didn’t know what to feel.And then I turned and saw him.Ronin.He was bloodied, bruised, still limping from what Jude had done to him. But his eyes were sharp. Watchful.He walked toward me, the others parting in his path.He stopped a few feet away, lifting his chin.“So,” he said, voice raw. “Now what?”I didn’t answer right away.“I know what you think of me,” he continued. “And I don’t blame you. But I pledged because it was the only way to win. That doesn’t mean I—” He hesitated, jaw c
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Calm
AsherJude was just a man. Twisted, obsessed, and broken. A shell of the force that had terrified every wolf and Lycan under the moon. And I wasn’t sure killing him would be victory… or vengeance.Should I kill him? Is that the answer?Behind me, I heard Rhedd cry out, pulling me out of my thoughts.“Keep him still!” one of the Reece mages shouted.They circled Malia where she lay floating in the air and then slowly brought her to the ground. They were unraveling the last of the threads Jude had embedded inside her. Magic that pulsed and bucked like it didn’t want to let go.“He used her like a damn conduit,” Rhedd muttered. “If we don’t cut it clean—”“He’ll pull her soul out with it,” another finished.I didn’t take my eyes off Jude. His breath hitched. His gaze was unfocused, but when it landed on me, I saw something strange flicker behind his eyes.Fear.Not because he was about to die.But because he wasn’t in control anymore.“You think this fixes anything?” he rasped, coughing
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The answer
AsherWhile everyone else was unable to move. Ronin had it worse. His bones cracked—loud enough that even the stunned silence couldn’t hide the sound. I watched him fall to his knees, coughing up blood. His spine jerked one way, then the other, like it was trying to twist him into something unrecognizable. Something wrong.“Damn you,” Ronin hissed through clenched teeth. “I’ll kill you… I swear, I’ll—”But Jude just smiled and raised two fingers. Another wave of agony surged through Ronin, folding his body like a puppet whose strings had snapped.No one moved.Corey. Jamie. Rhedd. Everyone stood frozen in place, either physically or emotionally. Shock. Despair. Fear.Except me. I didn’t flinch and unlike everyone else, I wasn't unable to move. I just stood still because… well… I was stunned by all that had happened. But for some reason, Jude's magic wasn't working on me.Jude turned to me slowly, his eyes glowing like coals.“You’re quiet,” he said. “But you always were a little slowe
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Everyone will die
AsherI felt it before I saw it.A deep hum tore through the battlefield like a pulse from the earth’s core. The ground cracked beneath us, vibrating with something ancient and wrong. My body stilled, instincts taking over. Every wolf on our side growled low, confused. Even Ronin, standing opposite me with blood on his hands and a twisted glare in his eyes, paused mid-strike.And then it happened.The earth opened up and Jude rose from it, Malia by his side.He wasn’t walking.He was floating—levitating above the dirt like he belonged to another realm. Malia hovered next to him, limp but breathing, her hair weightless in the still air. Streams of energy—magic—flowed from her into his hands like threads being woven. Her face looked drained, pale, as though the life was being siphoned out of her bit by bit.I froze.This couldn’t be real. I heard he was confined and starving in the same cell that I had been locked in. But he was here.And he wasn’t just alive—he was drawing magic from
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Time to Die
AsherThe moon was full and heavy in the sky, throwing pale light over the open field ahead. My boots pressed into the soft earth as I looked over the line of soldiers behind me—my father’s secret elite, all in wolf form, silent and still. Every one of them had trained for this night, and still, we were outnumbered.Four packs stood against us—Sky, Storm, Range, and Lycone. Wolves I had once thought would always be loyal to me. Jamie and Corey - Brothers I had fought with. Now they stood across from me with their teeth bared and claws ready, all of them backing the one who took what was mine.Ronin.He stood on the ridge ahead of us, arms folded, his wolf just beneath the surface because he wouldn't turn. He didn't need to. He was a Lycan. Day or night didn't matter for Lycans to shift. He didn’t look tense. He looked smug, like he already believed this battle was over. I mean, with me being outnumbered, he was probably right.I exhaled through my nose. My heartbeat was steady. I did
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The War
MaliaI didn’t breathe.Not for a full minute after Ronin said those words.Asher Mendoza is alive.I stood there, frozen beneath the branches of the old silverwood tree. Just moments ago, I’d been smiling faintly at the way Ronin had grumbled about paperwork. Just hours ago, I’d kissed him without shame in front of his guards.And now, my world has split in half.He was alive.My Asher.The one I had mourned in silence. The one I had cursed the stars for taking too soon. The one whose name I had stopped speaking, not because I forgot—but because remembering hurt too much.I had let him go.And now he was back.Ronin didn’t look at me. His entire body was taut, rage pouring off of him in waves as he crumpled the letter in his fist.“He dares to ask me to step down,” he growled, pacing. “After everything I’ve done—after the unity I’ve forged? The peace I’ve built? He wants to come back from the dead and reclaim what he abandoned?”His eyes flicked toward me at last. And the moment he s
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Birthright
MaliaIt had been almost a year.A full cycle of moons since I stood before the altar in a dress that felt like a cage and pledged myself to a man I did not love. A year of silent dinners, of shared quarters and unshared sheets. A year of waking up beside someone who looked at me like I was a world he couldn’t touch.Ronin had not once tried.He had kissed my cheek in public, taken my hand at royal events, and always ensured I had a personal guard at my side. He gave me space. Respect. But not once had he laid a single finger on me—not without my permission.And that restraint… it had become unbearable.Tonight, the weight of it collapsed on me.I sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the hearth’s dying flames. My nightgown clung to my skin in the low firelight, and my chest ached with something I hadn’t let myself name in months.“Just accept it, Malia,” Rhedd had told me only hours ago, his voice quiet but final. “He’s not coming back. If Asher was alive, he would’ve come by now.”
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Storm pack
AsherThe moon was high the night I met with Nina’s parents. I had to meet them since I now knew the truth. They were the only ones I could trust. We gathered in the ruins of the old Northern chapel, a place sacred enough to keep secrets buried but strong enough to host rebellion. I didn’t ask how they got in contact with me—they always had a way to do things discreetly. Nina’s father, Nathan, regarded me with the tired eyes of a man who had carried the truth for too long.“He told us this day would come,” he said. “Ian prepared. We kept his will safe. And we kept his soldiers even safer.”From the shadows, they stepped forward—silent, deadly, focused. Wolves in human skin. Elite. Trained in secret under Ian’s orders for the day I would reclaim the crown.I couldn't believe my eyes. How did Ian think of this? How was he able to predict that I may not get any support unless he provides one for me?I was relieved that I had been given a head start, but it wasn’t enough. Not for a war.
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold White Horse
AsherMy thumb hovered over the next page for longer than I cared to admit. The leather binding creaked softly beneath my grip, like it too feared what lay ahead. But I couldn’t stop now. I needed to know it all—no matter how much it hurt and no matter how much I wanted to stop, I turned the page.‘Brooke and Renah began their affair not out of love, not truly—not at first. Brooke wanted affection. She wanted to be wanted. Renah… he was a convenient escape. They were discreet. Not for my sake. For hers. Always for hers. She didn't want to ruin her reputation.’I leaned back, jaw tightening.So it was true.I watched them once. They didn’t see me. Her smile was real. His was reverent. That was the moment I knew—Renah loved her more. Brooke? She simply needed to be adored.It painted such a different picture of my mother than the one I’d held growing up. She had always seemed powerful, poised, in control of every room she walked into. I never imagined her desperate. Or fragile. But with
