All Chapters of Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

By some miracle—or, more likely, a truck-load of magic—the mess from the attack is already cleaned up by lunchtime. It’s hard to think that a few hours ago, the castle was in chaos, explosions shaking the walls and debris raining from the ceiling.Now, it’s like nothing ever happened. The corridors are spotless, the air smells faintly of lavender instead of smoke, and the only sign of anything being off is the weight of unanswered questions and theories lingering over everyone.Somehow, classes weren’t canceled. I guess because nothing says normalcy like forcing us to sit through algebra and potions right after nearly being crushed by falling rubble. The teachers are all pretending this is just a totally regular day, but the way their eyes dart toward every shadow tells me they’re as rattled as we are.By the time lunch rolls around, I’m ready to drop. It seems running on exhaustion is the new normal for me. But, on the up side—the whole attack had steered the attention away from my a

My eyes skim across the crowd, intent to find the faces of my parents, but I keep zoning out. It’s hard to focus with the buzz of chatter and movement all around. There’s also a wave of unease prickling at the back of my neck, a nagging feeling that something is about to go down.Okay—maybe, just maybe, it’s Nate’s premonition stressing me out.Thankfully, I haven’t spotted Nate’s crush, Adrian, anywhere—yet—so I think he’ll be fine for now. I do, however, see Valerie standing by the fountain, chatting animatedly with none other than Mr. Ledger, the alpha king himself.I grimaced, looking away. Just as I spot someone who vaguely resembles my mom, Nate nudges me and mutters something under his breath, pulling my attention to him.“Great. They’re here,” he grumbles, his jaw tightening as an older couple weaves through the crowd toward us.The air around Nate seems to shift, a noticeable tension wrapping around him. He straightens up, but it’s not his usual confident posture—it’s the kin

Elijah.I scowl across the table, my gaze fixed on my father, the almighty alpha, as he chats with the ice-queen herself—Valerie. They’re discussing plans for the Elder’s Summit, their voices a mix of conceited authority and false pleasantries. Valerie’s leaning in too close, her laugh grating on my nerves as she nods at whatever ridiculous idea my father is spouting now. Something about custom outfits. Of course, there’s a designated designer—because the Summit isn’t complete without overpriced clothes to make them look important. I dig my nails into my palm under the table, forcing myself to focus on anything but their smug faces.My attention drifts, pulled across the courtyard despite myself. I see her. Hailey. She’s sitting with her parents, and everything about her screams discomfort. Her shoulders are stiff, her smile forced, and the way she fidgets with the edge of the tablecloth makes my stomach twist. I tell myself to look away. Forget her. This is better. Safer for her.Saf

Hailey. Valerie struts past us, her smirk nothing less than suspicious. She doesn’t say anything, but the glint in her eye is enough to set off alarm bells in my head. I glance at Nate beside me, but he’s too busy glaring daggers at his grandparents to notice.Naturally, it’s nothing less than obvious that something’s up. I just hope to all that exist—that it doesn’t involve what Nate saw in his vision.I open my mouth to voice my concerns, but before I get out so much as a huff of breath, a man barrels through the crowd like a storm in human form. Middle-aged, well-dressed, and radiating the kind of self-importance that makes my stomach turn. His sharp eyes lock onto Nate’s grandparents, and with a flourish so dramatic it belongs in an over-the-top stage play, he tosses a piece of paper onto the table in front of them.Everyone in close proximity goes dead silent—and flat-out stares.Nate stiffens beside me. My skin prickles. Whatever’s on that paper, it can’t be good.Oh, no—the vi

Morning is a cruel thing. It arrives too soon, too bright, and completely indifferent to the fact that my entire life imploded last night. Every bone in my body wants to stay curled under the covers, pretending none of it happened. But the second I close my eyes, I see my mom stuffing that wad of cash into her purse, her face utterly devoid of shame. My dad turning away like I don’t even exist. Valerie’s smug little smirk as she tore me apart with nothing but the truth.The rage gets me out of bed.I dress on autopilot, barely registering what I throw on. The castle feels colder than usual as I make my way to the library, but maybe that’s just me. Maybe it’s the hollow, aching space inside my chest where my parents used to be.By the time I step into the library, the musty scent of old books and parchment does little to settle my nerves. It’s quiet—exactly what I need. Until I hear them.Elijah and Luca, arguing in hushed voices in the far corner.I don’t need to hear what they’re say