All Chapters of Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The rest of the day is a blur of ink-smudged fingers, dust-coated shelves, and the occasional headache from reading way too many book titles that have no business being that long. Nothing significant happens, unless you count the minor scandal of a first-year trying to smuggle out a whole stack of books in their tote bag. Apparently, six books at a time wasn’t enough for them.I don’t blame them. If I could escape into a dozen different worlds right now, I would.By the time I’m wrapping up for the day, the library is mostly empty, save for a few stragglers finishing up assignments. I’m just about to start putting away the last of my reshelving cart when a girl approaches me. I vaguely recognize her from physical training class—short, wiry, always looks like she’s one wrong move away from drop-kicking someone. She doesn’t say anything at first, just holds out a piece of folded paper like it’s some kind of dangerous artifact.I take it, arching a brow. “Uh, thanks?”She just shrugs. “H

My breath catches. That can’t be right. The vision felt like mere seconds—maybe a few minutes at most. My head snaps up, my eyes wide as I stare at her. “Two hours?” My voice comes out hoarse, barely above a whisper. “How is that fast?”She chuckles, standing from her seat and dusting off her robes as if I didn’t just have the most intense spiritual experience of my life. “Time moves differently when you’re in the spiritual realm. What feels like minutes to you can be hours to us.” She waves a hand dismissively. “And the Huntress rarely lingers on anyone for long. If she kept you for that long, you should consider it an honor.”I don’t feel honored. I feel like my soul just got wrung out like a soaked rag and barely stitched back together. My head spins as I struggle to process what just happened.Mrs. Humphrey sighs and leans against her desk. “Whatever she showed you, it won’t make sense at first. That’s not her way.” Her sharp eyes meet mine, holding me in place with their quiet in

Elijah nods, slipping past me and heads for the space I pointed at. He crunches down, reaching out and sliding his fingers over the words. He lets out a sigh. “You don’t have to help me, you know.”I ignore him, asking, “You reckon she’s referring to the key?”He shakes his head. “I can’t imagine what else she’s talking about.”I remain silent for a moment, before, “Like the letter, this could be—”“For me or Luca.”“She loves being cryptic. Was she like this when she was alive?”Elijah raises his head, and cracks a smile. One that sparks light to his eyes that I haven’t seen in quite a bit. “She loved puzzles. And confusing people.”I snort. “Figures.”The smile drops, and another deep frown takes over as he stares around the mess in the room. “Did she try to hurt you again?”“No. But Ariah is pretty ticked off,” I shrug. “Sally tried to attack her.”“I wish I can figure out why she’s doing it,” he mutters.“So, you’re not going to accuse Ariah of provoking her, too?” I hate the stin

I’d be lying if I say he isn’t. However, “I’m not into him.” That much is the truth.“Hurry up. We’re late for physical,” Nate sings, winking. “Adrian said he wants to talk to me when we get there.”“And you still deemed me worthy enough to come see me and risk being late for your boyfriend?” I grin. “I’m flattered.”“Oh, you should be!” he huffs.I throw on my clothes in record time while Nate waits impatiently, tapping his foot like a disapproving mother. We head straight to our first class of the day, and I immediately regret skipping breakfast. Physical training on an empty stomach is a death sentence—it’ll take every ounce of energy I have just to keep up. But since I was already running late, sacrificing a decent meal was unavoidable.The gym smells like sweat, old leather, and a faint hint of something metallic—probably from the last poor soul who lost a fight in here. It’s massive, with padded walls that have seen better days and an entire section of gym equipment designed spe

Luca releases a low growl, and in my mind I can hear one, simple word echo in an exasperated, “No.”“Can you hear me?” I ask inside my head, testing.“Louder than a bomb going off,” he retorts in my head.Celeste starts shifting beside us. Within mere seconds, a stunning dark-brown wolf appears beside us. “What the flying freak is going on?” “The humans are attacking again,” Luca’s forest-green eyes steadies on me. “They’re out for the kill this time.” “They can’t do that!” Celeste counters. “That has to be illegal!”I don’t know. My mind is still catching up to my body, to what I’ve become.A sharp crack echoes through the trees—gunfire. Shouting. The humans are closing in. I smell them before I see them, sweat and steel, adrenaline and the pure need for revenge. They’re hunting us.Luca growls beside me, ears flicking toward the sounds. Celeste stiffens, her dark brown fur blending into the shadows of the trees. We need to move. Now.Then I see him.A burly man barrels through the