All Chapters of Luna At Alpha Academy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Maybe finally I can get some answers about this damned pill. Joseph’s friends lunge at me from opposite sides. They’re wolves are smaller than Joseph’s wolf, but they compensate with speed, pressing hard with the advantage of two against one. Their movements are sharp, and wild but not unnatural. I weave between them, my body flowing like water while my mind observes every twitch, every strike, every irregular surge of power from that cursed pill. It’s a hassle, but this is the closest I’ve been to understanding it since that night. In less than two minutes, I’ve learned enough. I coat my fist with pressure and drive it into the wolf charging from the right. The impact cracks the air like thunder, and he flies headfirst into a tree, crumpling at its base with a sickening thud. Out cold. The other wolf hesitates, stunned. That’s all I need. In a blur, I’m behind him, slamming him to the ground with bone-crushing force. My hand locks his wrist, twisting behind his back until the j

They don’t strike Aithon, not at all. Instead, they gather at the base of one of its horns. I freeze. “Is that… a rune? Are they trying to activate it?” My mind races back. The pamphlets had mentioned return runes, carved into every challenger before they entered the dome. Could it be activated remotely? Is that why they’re clustered around the horn, waiting, not attacking? Then it happens. Light bursts. The rune responds. “It worked,” I breathe, shoulders sagging with relief. But the feeling shatters instantly as Aithon thrashes, more violent than before. The beast isn’t retreating, it’s enraged. My stomach knots. I start pacing in front of the screens, pulse thundering. How much longer do the mages need? And then Eldon moves again. He shoves his friends back, ejecting them off the beast’s body like he’s chosen to face this alone. “What are you doing?!” I yell. My wolf snarls in disbelief. “Do you want to die?” I ask no one in particular. The shield flickers back into place,

The pain sharpens to a razor edge, piercing through bone, muscle, and thought until I can’t stand it anymore. My wolf snarls inside me. I bare my teeth, swing my sword in a wide arc, and release a storm of pressure blades. The wizards drop instantly. Their chanting cuts off, and the headache vanishes like a switch being flipped. I breathe hard, forcing myself upright, but my sight is still blurry, colors bleeding together. “Ughh…” I groan, swaying. That spell nearly tore my head ap- Something sharp punches into my chest, cold and burning all at once. The smell hits me before the pain fully registers. Wolfsbane. Agony explodes through me. - Darkness weighs heavy on me. Every breath feels like swallowing glass. Through the haze, I hear it… a sob. A sound so broken it tugs at something deep inside me, deeper than pain. I force my eyes open, just for a heartbeat. The world blurs, but I catch the outline of a girl leaning over me. Her face is wet with tears, her voice shaking as s

The halls of the mansion echo softly beneath my footsteps, the sound bouncing off portraits of ancestors and canvases of art that line the walls. Every color leaps at me, unapologetically bold, vivid and almost overwhelming. The vibrance is beautiful, but it needles behind my eyes like a headache waiting to burst. With a sigh, I tug the sunglasses down from the top of my head. The tinted lenses dull the glare, muting the world into something I can actually bear. I’m healed, completely. But my body still hasn’t learned how to exist in color again. A small smile tugs at my lips anyway. I’ll get used to it. It’s a small price to pay after fifteen years behind a cursed veil of red. My father’s quarters are in the lower main wing of the mansion, close to his offices. The upstairs belongs to our private life which holds my room, my office, my mother’s untouched room, and a scattering of doors I hardly remember. My father refuses to leave this house unless it’s absolutely necessary. Everyo

“Not one single person knows a thing about her.” My fists curl so tight my knuckles blanch white against the desk. Inside, my wolf lets out a low, broken whimper. “You’re not the only one who wants to see her again,” I mutter aloud, exhaling hard through my nose. My shoulders sag with the sound. “But there’s nothing we can do if we can’t find her.” I drag my gaze across the mess of papers scattered across my office desk along with dozens of files stacked and unstacked, loose notes crammed with half-baked leads. Every page details one of the twenty high healers left in existence, now that ten have already been murdered. And not a single one of them is even a wolf. The frustration boils hot in my chest. I snatch up a handful, skim the names again, then groan and toss them back down. Sheets scatter across the polished wood like snow. Staring at the weathered faces of middle-aged strangers won’t bring me any closer to her. A draft stirs through the room, rustling the loose pages. The