All Chapters of Werewolf Academy : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I unfold the paper, only to find that it’s not a note at all, but a timetable. And not just any timetable.Spiritual lessons. Starting tonight.I groan, dragging a hand down my face. Of course. Of course, I completely forgot that at some point, I was supposed to start these lessons. With everything else going on, it got shoved so far to the back of my mind that it might as well have been buried.And now, with barely enough time to process the fact that I still exist, I have to march straight to Humphrey’s office after dinner and probably have my brain fried by whatever ancient wisdom she’s about to shove down my throat.Fan-freaking-tastic.With a huff of annoyance, I shove the paper into my pocket, pack up the rest of my things, and head toward the dining hall. If I have to endure this, I’m at least going to do it on a full stomach.When I step into the hall, the usual hum of students chattering over their meals washes over me. I spot our usual table near the middle, but only one pers

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 intensity. “It’s your responsibility to decipher her meaning and make use of it next time you return for another lesson.”I swallow hard, my throat dry. Next time? I barely survived this time. But she doesn’t give me a choice to protest. Wi

“So, you’re not going to accuse Ariah of provoking her, too?” I hate the sting in my tone. I can’t help it. Anger, betrayal and sadness, was having the better of me. I suck in a breath, shaking my head. “Sorry,” I clear my throat. “So, what do you think we should do now?”He stands up and turns to me. “I’ll go talk to Luca. He might be helpful in this. And besides, three heads is better than one.”My brows shoot up. “What—are you two friends now?”Elijah huffs. “Not in this lifetime. Or, the hundred next. But he dated Sally. She might have shared things with him that she didn’t tell anyone else.”I shrug. “Right. You’ve got a point.”Elijah goes quiet for a moment, like he’s turning something over in his mind, and then he blurts out, “I heard you’re going to the Elder’s Summit with Luca.”I nod, not thinking much of it. “Yeah, I am.”His frown deepens, something unreadable flickering in his expression. His jaw tightens, and when he speaks again, his voice is slow, almost hesitant. “Are

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 spec

I don’t think. I move. Instinct surges through me, raw and undeniable, shoving aside pain, fear, and logic. One second, I’m frozen, watching in horror as the man takes aim at Luca. The next, I’m launching myself at him, my body colliding with his in a violent blur of motion.The impact is brutal. Bones rattle, muscles strain, but I don’t care. I won’t let him shoot. I won’t let him kill Luca like some worthless animal—like the way he sees us.But I miscalculate.The man twists at the last second, adjusting his aim. A deafening crack shatters the night air.Pain.White-hot agony tears through my back leg, so sudden, so consuming, that it steals the breath from my lungs. My body crumples mid-motion, momentum lost as I crash to the forest floor. My vision fractures, the world around me spinning, fading in and out like a flickering candle. The spear is still embedded deep, pulsing, burning—I can’t breathe.A strangled, broken howl rips from my throat, raw and animalistic. My claws dig int