All Chapters of Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Malia My lungs burned, my legs ached, and my mind raced with only one thought: *Run.*The growls behind me were growing louder, and I could feel the ground practically vibrating beneath my feet as the hybrid wolves gained on me. Seven of them. They were faster, stronger, and far more ruthless than anything I’d ever faced. I knew that any moment now, they’d be on me, and I’d have no chance of escape. But I pushed myself to keep going, even as a small voice in my head whispered that I was just prolonging the inevitable.I didn’t dare glance over my shoulder; I could already picture the hybrids—slender and dark-furred, their bodies shifting seamlessly between wolf and human shapes as they pursued me. They moved like shadows in the night, and I was the only thing standing between them and the kill they wanted. My heart pounded, my pulse racing as I pushed myself to run faster, darting between trees, skidding over patches of damp ground, trying to gain even a few extra seconds of life.Bu

Malia Around the third period, Amara and Jamie flanked me as we walked down the hall. The school buzzed with its usual chaos—students pouring out of classrooms, shuffling to their next class, filling the hallways with laughter, chatter, and the clang of lockers slamming shut. As we reached the row of lockers near mine, my attention snagged on a familiar voice. Across the hall, Asher was leaning against the wall with Aaliyah. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, like he had some official work at the school. It was odd seeing him being the Lycan King yet coming to the academia for classes. He was whispering to Aaliyah, his voice low and almost... affectionate. She was laughing—the soft, tinkling kind of laugh that filled me with anger. She looked at him with shining eyes, like he was the most brilliant, charming man in the world. And the worst part? He looked right back, his face completely open and fond. I scoffed, gripping the handle of my locker hard before slamming it shut. Thi

Malia"How could you do this, Amara?" I demanded, disbelief and hurt thickening my voice. "To Corey? To both of them? I thought you cared about them."Amara’s face flushed, her gaze darting to the floor. "It’s… not that simple, Malia. You don’t understand the whole story.""Really?" I cut her off, a bitter edge in my tone as my anger hardened into resolve. "Because it looks exactly like what happened with Avan and Savannah. The only difference here, Amara, is that you’re messing with twin brothers. Do you know how messed up that is?"She flinched, her lips parting as if to argue, but I didn’t let her. Not this time. "You of all people should know why I can’t be friends with you anymore, Amara. You’ve triggered memories I was trying to move on from. And I can't pretend like it’s okay."For a moment, Amara’s expression softened, but then a flicker of resentment flashed in her eyes. "You’re being judgmental, Malia. You don’t even know the truth behind this. It’s unfair."The way she sai

Malia “Fine. But just so you know, it’s probably going to be just you and me in on this plan,” I finally said, settling on my decision. “What? Why?” Nina asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Well, for starters, Jamie, Corey, and Amara just got into a massive fight. None of them are speaking to each other, so there’s no chance they’ll work together.” Nina scoffed. “She’s still messing around with both of them without either knowing?” I blinked. “W-what? Who told you that?” “They were my friends too, you know. Except they started acting weird after I told them Amara was using them,” she said, crossing her arms. I hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. "Oh, well, that’s—whatever. The point is, we can’t involve them. Their emotions would ruin everything.” “Right.” She sighed, looking unimpressed. “So what was the plan before the whole ‘love triangle’ fiasco?” “We were going to raid the library’s restricted section, find something on enchantments,” I replied, bracing for h

MaliaI made my way to the girls' locker room, grateful for a moment to breathe before I had to face Asher. Dirt clung to my arms and legs, the result of being shoved into the mud more times than I cared to count, thanks to Coach Diaz’s relentless drills. I was a mess, inside and out, and I needed a quick shower if I was going to show up in Asher’s office with even a shred of dignity. As I stepped into the locker room, my conversation with Jamie still weighed heavily on me. I hadn’t stopped thinking about it, even as I pulled off my muddy training clothes and turned on the shower. The water cascaded over me, but it didn’t do much to wash away the guilt settling like a stone in my chest. I had jumped to so many conclusions about Jamie and Amara, judging them without even knowing the whole story. Now, it was all I could think about.Jamie had really opened up, trusted me with the truth—their truth—and I’d seen how much pain they’d all been through. If I had just asked, if I’d liste