Semua Bab Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Asher Two weeks had passed since the four students who had been bitten died. The school had shut down in mourning, and a somber funeral was held for the lost students. It was a dark time. Grief and fear hung thick in the air as parents were worried for their children’s safety at the academy. This evening, an emergency meeting at the school was called to address these growing concerns. Every seat was occupied, with representatives from each pack present. All eyes were fixed on Beta Banes, who had been sent to speak on behalf of my father. A handful of us Lycans had been invited, so I sat among them, watching as Banes took the stage with his usual stern demeanor, which somehow sharpened to an even more intense edge. “First and foremost,” Banes began, his voice cutting through the silence, “our priority is the safety of everyone within these walls. The recent hybrid attack demands that we tighten security, enforce stricter rules, and take every possible measure to prevent further b

Malia I watched Asher as he sat on my bed, his gaze drifting over my room with a quiet curiosity. His eyes lingered on the pale blue walls, softened by the amber glow of the bedside lamp, and he gave a slight nod. “I like the color,” he murmured. “Thanks,” I replied, sitting down beside him, aware of the closeness that made the air between us feel charged. For a moment, I was lost, studying him in the warm light. He looked tired with faint bruises tracing shadows on his skin. But it didn’t make him any less striking. If anything, the exhaustion gave him a realness I rarely saw, as if all the guarded layers he kept around him had finally slipped away. When his eyes found mine, he tilted his mouth in a small, lopsided smile. “Nice view, huh?” he teased, his voice soft but teasing. “Jerk.” I looked away, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. Clearing my throat, I steadied my breathing. “I, um… I heard about your father’s attack. Is he… okay?” The teasing glint in Asher’s eyes fad

Malia The past two weeks drifted by in a haze. It felt surreal, as though I were floating in someone else’s life. Asher had been away, hunting the hybrid that had taken his father’s life, throwing himself into the pursuit with relentless ferocity. I knew this because I had been talking with Amara a lot. In a short period, we became pretty close, so I told her the truth about Asher and me. She was surprisingly very mature about it and gave me a lot of helpful advice. Amara also told me bits and pieces of Asher’s absence—how he barely slept, barely ate, how his entire focus had been on the hunt. She knew this because her mother was close to one of Brooke's personal aids. Thankfully, just a few days ago, I heard that Asher and his men finally killed the hybrid, putting an end to the terror that had lingered over us all. In a way, life had returned to normal, but nothing really felt the same. Asher was different. I hadn’t seen him yet, but from what Amara told me, it was as thoug

Malia I sat in her office, too stunned to speak, my mind swirling with confusion and dread. Part of me was numb and detached, while another part was filled with the relentless pounding of my heartbeat. Maybe it would be easier if she did expel me. At least that would mean freedom from this constant, never-ending drama. “Are you deaf?” she barked, snapping me out of my thoughts. The cold edge to her voice made me tremble. “Um… I shouldn’t be expelled because the public eye is on Asher now more than ever,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I’d practiced this line in my head, but it didn’t come out as confidently as I’d hoped. The Luna’s eyes narrowed, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “So? What makes you think the public will care about what happens to you?” She was baiting me, but I took a breath and kept going. “Well… because if I’m expelled, people will think Asher is being protected while I’m being punished. Besides, I just lost a baby.” I fiddled with my fingers, try

Malia “Revenge? That's insane. It was she who hurt him,” I muttered, trying to process what was happening. “Yeah, but being banished is pretty brutal. I guess that's what she wants revenge for,” Amara said with a shrug, and I scoffed at the irony. Aaliyah, seeking revenge? For facing the consequences of cheating on Asher? "So," I started, struggling to steady my voice. "We have to get the necklace off him somehow. But how?" The silence that followed was heavy. We were all standing around, hoping for an idea, anything. “I can’t come up with anything,” Jamie finally admitted, his brow furrowed. “That’s a first,” Amara scoffed. Jamie shot her a dark look. “Maybe we just grab her and interrogate her,” Corey suggested with a shrug. “She’s the one who enchanted him, so let’s just make her talk.” Jamie gave him a hard glare. “And you think Asher won’t notice if we kidnap his fiancée? Plans like this are why I usually make the plans.” “Oh yeah?” Amara challenged, crossing her