Semua Bab Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Bab 1 - Bab 10

I wait until silence fills the halls of the school as the last students leave, before I sneak out, heading straight home. But it isn’t without unsolicited comments and stares along the way.I find Mom in the kitchen, slumped over the table with an empty bottle of whiskey in her hand. She keeps mumbling to herself, staring glassy-eyed into space. It’s clear she’s had more than whiskey this time.A lump grows in my throat as I wonder how she’ll react to what I’m about to tell her. That is, if she even responds at all.I used to think my life is terrible. Uncaring parents, no friends, and I go day by day adherent to the hope that when I turn eighteen, I’ll get to start a new, better life for myself—far away from all this unfairness.I cling to my optimism, writing down my daily gratitude list and convincing myself that there are people out there worse off than I am.My perks are: I get to go to school. We have a roof over our heads, albeit the atmosphere beneath it is as dead as a gravey

Pressure on my shoulder jolts me from a nightmare where I’m a monstrous beast, tearing into the flesh of the people I love. I gasp as my eyes shoot open, my heart pounding in my ears—the horror still racing in my thoughts.But as my vision clears, I see a pair of the most beautiful butterscotch eyes, warm and inviting, their golden depths flickering with curiosity. They draw me in, softening the sharp edges of my fear, pulling me back into the present moment with a strange, calming intensity.“Hey, are you okay?” the gorgeous boy asks. He crouches down, holding out his hand toward me. His navy shirt’s long sleeves are halfway rolled up, revealing a partial tattoo peeking out beneath the sleeve of his shirt. My mind skips over what it could be, eyes snapping back to his face. “Why are you on the floor? Are you hurt somewhere?”I open my mouth, but all that escapes is a shaky breath. I want to respond, to find the right words, but I’m captivated, lost within the mesmerizing swirl of lig

“Let go of me!” I shriek as we stumble out into a cathedral-like building, the air thick with the scent of incense and old stone. Elijah, in his wolf form, had yanked me through the portal with his fangs, and now I whirl around, instinctively poised to strike. But before my fist can connect, he’s human again. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”He grabs hold of my wrist. “You need to calm down.”“I told you I didn’t want to come here!” My voice bounces off the confines of the cavernous hallway. “Take me back. Now!”“So you can run in front of another truck?”“Anything is better than being here,” I scream. “Please, send me back. I won’t be a problem. I—”A long whistle cuts through the air, followed by a snicker. “Another pup, Eli?”I turn to glare at the boy who spoke. Holy crap. He’s a giant, towering over me at seven feet—if not more—bearing an amused expression on his face.“Let me guess, you got this one from the suburbs?” the boy wonders.“A motel.” Elijah expels a weary breath. “

As a cluster of guards rushes in, I’m escorted from the office by June without so much as a further explanation. Shouts erupt, and the last thing I see before the door shuts in my face is a guard leaping onto Luca, who puts up a struggle.“What an unexpected turn of events,” June blows out a breath, hooking her arm with mine. “Come, let’s get you to your room. You’re going to love it.”“What did Luca do?” My heart is so loud inside my ears that I can’t think. “Why was he exiled?”“Never mind that, love. It’s not something that should concern you.” At this point, it feels more as if I’m getting dragged by June than I am willingly walking myself. I jerk my arm away, making it evident I’m not appreciating the notion. She pauses, her expression softening. “He did something bad. Something that is not in my power or right to tell you. When the time is appropriate, I’m certain my sister will discuss it with you.”Confused, I ask, “Your sister?”“Oh, of course,” June snorts with an awkward la

The dining hall buzzes with energy, the air thick with the pleasant aroma of baked goods. Warm light filters through large, stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the long wooden tables laden with platters of pastries and bowls of fruit. The high ceiling, adorned with rustic chandeliers, grants a medieval yet cozy atmosphere to the vast space.Ariah grabs my wrist and drags me across the room, navigating us through the laughter and chatter of the crowds of students.Slowly, heads start to turn, and eyes lock onto me. Whispers and pointing fingers follow. I realize it’s because my neck is exposed, my hair tied in a high ponytail, showcasing my mark for everyone to see. As expected, no one else has a mark like mine. Theirs are all smaller versions of Elijah’s, minus the paw-like print. And minus the hideous veins—which Elijah assured me will fade with time.“I’m introducing you to our friends. You’re going to love them!” Ariah steers me toward the far corner where two stude