All Chapters of Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The moment my body makes contact with the cold, damp cave floor, something inside me shatters.The bond—so powerful, so consuming just moments ago—snaps in two, leaving nothing but a gaping, hollow emptiness in its wake. It’s not just an absence; it’s a wound, raw and aching, like someone reached inside my chest and tore something vital out by force. The loss is instant, unbearable.I want it back. Desperately.Hell, I’d crawl through fire, through every nightmare imaginable, just to feel that warmth again—to stop this gnawing, excruciating emptiness clawing at my insides.I blink up at Luca, my breath shaky, my fingers twitching with the instinct to reach for him—to grasp onto the connection before it slips away completely. He paces a few feet away, his movements tight, controlled, but I can hear the sharpness of his breathing, the tension in his muscles. He’s muttering curses under his breath again, low and seething.More students stumble into the cave—some crying, their bodies trem

“I’ll take responsibility,” Elijah says smoothly. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t push herself too hard.”The nurse eyes him warily but eventually steps aside.Elijah gestures toward the door. “Come on. You want answers, right?”I hesitate for a second, then, with a huff, follow him. I can’t help but peer back over my shoulder—just to check to see if there isn’t any nurses who was going to object.Nope. They let me leave—just like that. Royal perks—I suppose.As we step out into the hallway, my breath catches. The extent of the damage is staggering—stone walls charred and crumbling, shattered windows letting in the cool night air. But amidst the destruction, something incredible happens.Teachers stand in formation, their hands raised, chanting in low, rhythmic voices. Slowly, impossibly, the castle begins to rebuild itself—stones lifting off the ground, sliding seamlessly back into place, cracks mending as if they had never been there at all.“This is insane,” I murmur.Elijah glances at

There is a long moment of silence, before he says, “Even without the bond connecting us—Hailey, I love you. And I’ll fight anything and anyone to get that back for us. I’ll destroy the ends of the earth, hell—I’m thinking…” he lets out a shuddering breath, dropping his face into his hands. “I’m starting to think the only way to fix this is to get rid of my dad.”My eyes pop wide, my heart pounding so hard it drowns out every other sound. Not because he basically, flat-out considered killing his dad—but because of the way he said he loved me. Hearing it out loud—“They’ll have your head if you do anything to your dad.” My voice is barely above a whisper.“I know.” His hands clench into fists, then release, like he’s trying to physically wrestle with the weight of his own emotions. “But I don’t know what to do.”His shoulders sag as he drops his hands to his sides. When he looks at me again, something in his face fractures. The sheer defeat in his expression is painful to see, and it di

I wince. “I promise, nothing like that happened.”Nate groans, throwing himself onto my bed dramatically. “You couldn’t have picked literally anyone else?”I glare at him. “We just talked.” And cuddled. And kissed. But I don’t think they are ready for that part yet. “Look—we talked it out. He told me things I’m still processing… It’s a lot, but it’s not what you think.”Three pairs of eyes narrow at me in perfect synchronization.Oh boy.I suck in a deep breath before I fall into full detail of what we talked about, and everything that happened. About Luca, the bond, the key—everything Elijah and I talked about. By the time I’m done, it was cricket silence.Nate’s mouth pops open—the same way mine did when I found out. Suppose I can’t blame him. “That. Is. Wild.”“Hold on,” Celeste says slowly. “Doesn’t that make Luca your mate now?”“Cooey!” Nate waves a hand at her, incredulous. “Did you just hear what I heard? The bond only reacts when Hailey is in physical contact with him. The bo

You’d think after nearly getting blown to bits, I’d get a damn day off. But no, here I am, trudging to the library scarce a few hours after the teachers cleared up the hallway outside it—like nothing happened.My thigh still aches every now and then, my body sore from training and shifting, but none of that matters. Not when there’s so much to figure out. I need to find Elijah. I need to show him the sketch of the door from Nate’s vision. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll recognize it. And if he doesn’t, then we’re back to square one with more questions and no answers.But first, books.I sigh as I unlock the library doors, flipping on the lights and stepping inside. The scent of aged pages and roasted coffee greets me like a bittersweet hug. If I weren’t preoccupied with supernatural schemes and the sour library assistants, I’d actually love this place more.I set my bag down behind the front desk and get to work. Lights on. Coffee corner set up. Chairs pushed in. By the time I finish, the li