All Chapters of Werewolf Academy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

There’s nothing worse than getting stuck in detention on a Friday afternoon—especially when it’s not your fault. I twist around in my seat to pin Luca Greene with a glare, promising all kinds of wrath on him. In response, he ruffles the tangled obsidian mess on his head and grins at me.Damn him. I bare my teeth and flip him off.“Hailey Woods,” Mrs. Whit barks. “You have earned yourself another Friday afternoon with me.”I groan, slumping back in my seat, but not before catching one last glimpse of Luca’s infuriating, punchable grin. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Whit,” I mutter, gripping the sides of my desk, its surface littered with cursive doodles. Most of them are mine—cute animals and blossoming flowers sketched in colored ink, an attempt to pass the time in the endless slog of boredom.Tilting my head up, I offer Mrs. Whit my best dejected look, a long chestnut curl falling into my face and tickling my nose. I blow it away, my carefully constructed façade faltering for a split second before

Disbelief and hurt twist together in my chest as I grapple with this painful new reality. I dig into the side pocket of my duffel bag, pulling out a pair of sunglasses, and slip them on to shield my eyes. Before leaving the house, I’d slapped on a thick layer of foundation and powder to conceal the worst of the veins crawling beneath my skin. No doubt, I look like some ghost making a feeble attempt to appear cool, but it’s better than letting anyone see the truth of what I’ve become.A beast.Fighting back tears, I twist around and start to walk.The train station is dark and empty, except for an elderly man sitting by the ticket booth, reading a newspaper under a flashlight. The coffee and souvenir shop is still open. Since I haven’t had dinner yet, I head to the coffee shop for some food.I order a hot dog and pick out a soda before sitting down on the closest bench outside the shop. I’m safer here, beneath the lights and the employees’ wandering gazes. Believe it or not, Mom gave me

“No, it isn’t.” He steps back like he got burned. “How exactly did you get marked?”“Luca,” I falter. “I was at school, doing, well, what you do at school, when he grabbed me and bit me on the neck. That’s how it happened.”“Luca?” Elijah pulls a face. “I don’t recall any recruiters by that name.” He shakes his head. “And what weirdo bites you on the neck? Unless he’s your boyfriend?”“Hell no.” My eyes stretch wide. “Wait—does this mean I’m not like you? Could it be some kind of prank?”“No, you’re definitely one of us.” He gives me a sideways look. “I can sense the wolf in you. Quite strong, even for a pup.”I stare down at my feet, doubtful. “Maybe something went wrong when he marked me? You said we use magic. Does this marking process involve magic? And why is your mark on your arm?”“Sort of. We siphon energy from the huntress. She’s the only one who can grant us the gift to mark. Actually, we only mark when she demands it.” He takes a step closer to me. “The marking process does

I puff out another breath. If I don’t stop exhaling so much, I’ll faint. “Fine. Let’s do this.”Elijah leads me through a narrow corridor bright with candlelight, down several flights of stairs, and into an extensive dark passage. Along the way, we spot Cass. He’s draped against a wall, busy charming a circle of girls and clearly forgetting Elijah had asked him to go get this Humphrey person. Elijah’s jaw tightens into a hard line. Based on the way he is glaring at Cass, it is clear that Cass’s little ‘detour’ isn’t going unpunished.“Exactly where are we going?” I press a hand to my stomach, worming closer to him. I’m overrun with the sudden fear of getting snatched and dragged into a dungeon somewhere.The further we walk, the darker and creepier it gets.Elijah’s attention snaps to me. “To Humphrey. She’s the werewolf high priestess. Also known as the headmistress of the academy.”“And does she live down here?” my eyes dart around nervously.“No. This is usually where she works duri

The heavy office doors burst open, and the room is suddenly flooded with the scent of wet fur and dust. A cluster of guards surges in—some geared up for a fight, others already mid-shift, their eyes glowing predatorily.June’s hand clamps onto my shoulder, her grip like iron as she hauls me toward the exit. ‘We’re leaving. Now.’I try to dig my heels in, to demand an answer, but the room explodes into violence. Shouts collide with guttural, chest-vibrating snarls. The last thing I see before the door slams shut in my face is a guard launched into the air, his body twisting into a blur of fur and muscle as he leaps onto Luca.Luca doesn’t go down easy. He’s a whirlwind of teeth and defiance, his roar echoing through the heavy wood of the door even after the lock clicks into place. I’m left staring at the grain of the oak, my heart hammering against my ribs, abandoned in the hallway with June.“What an unexpected turn of events,” June blows out a breath, hooking her arm with mine. “Come,