Semua Bab SWITCHED FATE: TRAPPED IN WEREWOLF ACADEMY BY MATES' BOND: Bab 1 - Bab 10

RACHELThe last thing I remembered was being beaten mercilessly by a monster while my foster family watched.The pain still pulsed through me whenever I moved. Now, I was in an Academy. A place for “Young, promising wolves.”What the hell was that?I blinked at the stone ceiling above me, too stunned to even sit up at first. There had to be a mistake.An Academy? For wolves? That sounded like one of those fantasy books I'd sneak from the living room shelf to read in my room when no one was watching, where the protagonist woke up in a supernatural world after being human all her life.Except I wasn't reading. I was here.I had never been to any academy.Each of my foster parents had made it clear that they wouldn't let me go to school to have a formal education, let alone allow me to visit one.Why?They couldn't bear the thought of seeing me compete with their children. They all told me that.How did I end up here now?Or had my mother returned me to the orphanage home?Panic clawed u

RACHEL“Seize her and drag her out of my presence.”I heard Miss Lovie’s voice through my haze.“You are going to be punished for being a liar. Jesus Christ detests bad and lying children. Hence, he wants us to use the rod at all times.”I could hear my pleas in her response. I had cried, begged, and even clawed at the hands of my captors. Yet, they never let me go, not until Miss Lovie ordered them to, and that was because she was about to start the punishment.“Ivy,”I stumbled once more, and my back slammed hard into a solid, warm body. A hand shot out to steady me, turning me around swiftly.“Let me go, please!” I cried out, struggling in their grasp, but they held onto me, ignoring my cry.“It's me, Ivy. Calm down. You're alright.” A masculine voice, deep and rough, yet warm, said.“Breath,” he instructed, cupping my face.I did as he said and focused on my breathing. When it returned to normal, I looked up to see who I was in their arms.My breath hitched as I stared at him. He

RACHELNo sooner had Mr. Wayne finished speaking than I was rammed into.I gasped, slamming hard into the damp earth, my back cracking on impact. Grimacing, I rolled on the ground, holding my side as pain shot through me.“Go on, teach her a lesson, Brooke. She almost broke your nose last session. Teach her what it means to be in house Ferales!”“It’s a joke they want her to be a part of us!”“House Ferales can't be beaten!”The crowd erupted in a cheer.Amidst my pain, I noticed no one was cheering for me. For Ivy Sawyer.I couldn't understand why. It was either that they were afraid of Brooke because she gave off that mean girl vibe, or they hated Ivy Sawyer’s gut. And they were waiting for the right time for her to go down. And this was the right time.“That's right. House Ferales can't be beaten.” Brooke boasted, striding towards me.She picked me off the ground like I was weighing nothing, bringing me to her eye level. She was slightly taller than I was.“You're in house Ferales

RACHELI stared at the wall clock, my eyes following the second hand as it moved. I prayed silently for the class to be over soon. You'd have thought yesterday’s class was more challenging to understand.Today was the worst. The professor had called it Monstrum Ecology and was about defense against monsters. Some monsters were mentioned that sounded like he had made up the words, but everyone in the class seemed to understand him better than I did, and they were all nodding to his words.I let my mind wander off. Before sleeping last night, I had made a plan to escape. I didn't want to stay to see what would become of me.However, the problem was in figuring out how to escape. I had jokingly asked Clara if she had thought about escaping the Academy ever since she got here. She had told me students couldn't leave the school because the seer's magic protected every perimeter and they were the only ones who could breach it.Additionally, the spell wasn't just to prevent the students from

RACHELI leaned against my bedroom door, gasping, staring at my bleeding hand. I winced, picking at the remnant of the mirror that got stuck into my palm.I tossed it on the floor, watching as the blood flowed even freely.Staggering from where I was, I walked over to the only table I was opportune to have in the attic which was my room, grabbed an old towel laid on it, and wrapped it around my bleeding cut.But that was an honest mistake.The towel had been there for quite some time and I had barely taken it off where it was because I used it to cover the old mirror in the room.As soon as it came off, I heard the voice again.“You're not meant to be alive.”I swallowed, turning to ignore it.“Are you trying to ignore me? You know you always do a terrible job at that.” the voice said. “Do you want to play a game with me, Rachel?”I shook my head, tightly shutting my eyes.“Leave me alone,” I whispered but I could as well be speaking to the air.“Why? I thought we were best friends, R