All Chapters of Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

He’s taunting me. He doesn’t think I’m a threat. Hell—he might be right. But I’m not letting that deter me.I grit my teeth through the pain, pushing harder, faster, forcing the change to completion. My jaw cracks, stretching forward into a snout, and my ears sharpen into points. The sounds around me amplify—Valerie’s erratic breathing, the rustle of the vampire shifting his weight, the dripping of blood onto the floor. And the scent—thick, coppery, unmistakable.The scent that drives him mad.He turns back to Valerie, unable to resist. His hunger outweighs his caution, and that is his mistake.He lunges, fangs sinking into Valerie’s throat with a grotesque slurp.I don’t think. I act.With a snarl, I launch myself forward. My claws dig into the wooden floor as I propel my body straight at him. The impact is brutal, sending both of us crashing across the floor. He growls, fangs bared, but I clamp my teeth down onto his shoulder, tearing through the unnatural toughness of his flesh. He

A sharp, obnoxious beeping drags me out of unconsciousness, and I instantly regret existing. My entire body feels like it’s been steamrolled, set on fire, and then drowned for good measure. My mouth tastes like something died in it—probably whatever awful herbal concoction the nurse forced down my throat before shoving me onto this infirmary bed.I groan, cracking my eyes open to the sterile white ceiling. The beeping is coming from a heart monitor nearby, which—great—means someone actually thought I needed medical supervision. Sure—the attack sucked, but… is this really necessary?I sit up, wincing as the painkillers battle the bruises covering my body, and that’s when I see it.A tiny teddybear, tucked into the bed beside me, a stupidly cute purple bandage stuck to its forehead like it had survived the same war I did.My lips twitch. I reach for it, plucking it from the sheets, turning it over in my hands. No card. No name. Just a soft, fuzzy little thing that somehow feels… familia

I zip up my bag, double-checking that I have everything I need. Clothes, toiletries—a few bandages—because, let’s be honest, things rarely go smoothly in my life. I toss in the essentials and let out a breath, staring at the duffel like it might offer some sort of reassurance.It doesn’t.I’ve known for a week that the Elder’s Summit means staying at Elijah’s place, but the reality of it only hit me yesterday. I’d be sleeping under the same roof as his father. His very powerful, very dangerous, definitely hates-my-guts alpha father.The thought alone is enough to send my stomach flipping in anxious knots, but at the same time… I can’t deny my curiosity. Elijah rarely talks about home, and I have a need to see what his personal space is like. What kind of room does he have? What weird things does he keep lying around? Does he sleep on expensive silk sheets or something impossibly soft?And then there’s the fact that I won’t be the only one staying there.Elijah’s mansion—because callin

I blink. “We do?”She nods. “We cannot be late for dinner. It’s considered extremely rude to keep the head of the house waiting.”I don’t argue.Because of course we can’t make Elijah’s dad wait. That man probably considers it a personal insult if someone breathes too loud near him.The dining room is just as extravagant as everything else. A long table stretches nearly the length of the room, lined with elegant chairs that look like they belong in a museum.I sit near Elijah, with Ariah and Celeste on one side of me, Nate across from us. Valerie sits a few seats down, more composed than ever.Nate is still reeling.“Do you see this?” he whispers, gripping the edge of the table like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. “This silverware is worth more than my life.”Celeste sighs dreamily. “I still can’t get over the vanity. So much drawer space. Perfect for makeup.”Luca rolls his eyes and takes a long sip of his soda. “Your hype is about to be snuffed out when the boss

I feel like I’m burning alive.My hands tighten in his hair, and he responds by deepening the kiss, his grip on me bruising, his breath coming faster. His fingers flex against my hips before one hand slides up to cup my face, tilting my head just the way he wants.I don’t even realize I’ve started rocking against him until his breath hitches, his grip tightening just enough to make me aware of how badly he wants this, too.And hell, I want more.More of him. More of this.I want to fall completely.His lips leave mine again, moving lower, teeth grazing against my throat, and I shudder at the sensation. My entire body is thrumming.But just as I start to completely lose myself in him, just as I think nothing in the world could pull me away, the moment shatters.A sharp knock echoes through the room.We freeze.For a second, neither of us moves, still tangled together, still breathing hard, like maybe we imagined it.Then the knock comes again, louder this time.“Mr. Ledger?”Crap. Seri