Todos los capítulos de Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the girl in the glass.The dress is even more stunning on me. The deep royal blue hugs my body in all the right places, the fabric shimmering under the soft glow of the room’s chandelier. The embroidery along the hem catches the light, intricate and delicate, like silver filigree woven into the fabric. The neckline is elegant, dipping just enough to be flattering without feeling too revealing, and the way the skirt flows when I move makes me feel like I belong in some kind of royal court.I lift my hands, smoothing them down my sides, feeling the luxurious material beneath my fingers. It feels right. Like this dress was meant for me.And yet, my hands won’t stop shaking.I’m supposed to walk out there soon. Supposed to stand beside Elijah as my dress and presence by his side wordlessly announces to the entire Summit that I am his. That we belong together. That what we have isn’t just some mere teen fling romance—bu

The ballroom swirls with movement as guests are encouraged to mingle before the summit officially begins. The air is dense with the scent of overpriced perfumes and wine, the clink of glasses punctuating the hum of aristocratic voices.Elijah keeps me close as we weave through the sea of influential figures, his fingers warm against the small of my back. Every step feels like walking through a storm—curious eyes tracking our every movement, followed by whispers.“I feel like an animal in an exhibit,” I mutter under my breath, adjusting the royal blue dress Elijah had sent me. It’s perfect—I can’t stress this enough, but I’m hyper-aware of how much attention it draws. Okay—I’m trying to blame the dress for the stares, but let’s be real—it’s not the fabric, it’s the company I keep.Elijah chuckles, leaning in. “If you think this is bad, wait until they start with the legal matters.” His breath grazes my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Though, my expression can’t help reveal my pani

Elijah sits up straighter beside me, his entire body tensing like a clock spring. I don’t even need to look at him to know his mind is racing. Surely, this wasn’t part of the plan.The guards halt in the center of the hall. Elijah’s father steps forward, his movements unhurried, rigorous, as if savoring every second of the unease settling over the room. “Thank you, gentlemen,” he says calmly before approaching the cart.A silent nod to another guard.The lid of the wooden box creaks as it’s lifted, revealing its contents.Elijah’s dad reaches inside and withdraws a glass vial. The liquid inside glows a deep, pulsing red—almost alive, like a miniature thunderstorm raging within the bottle.A chill trickles down my spine.The entire hall watches in silence as he turns, holding the vial up for everyone to see.“Redcreep,” he announces. “A common enough plant. To the untrained eye, it looks no different from any other harmless flora. But in truth?” He turns the bottle, watching the swirli

The ballroom is a damn mess.I’m shoved back through the chaos by a pair of guards who don’t give a single crap about where my feet are. I stumble once, twice—catch myself on a nearby table, narrowly avoiding a face full of someone’s abandoned plate of stuffed mushrooms. The chandelier above flickers, casting jagged shadows across faces twisted with panic, distrust, and something even worse—curiosity. It’s only natural for everyone to have questions over something they don’t understand.I was raised to believe werewolves were dangerous. And now I’m standing in a room full of them, who in exchange was raised to believe that hybrids are the monsters.They’re all talking at once, their voices a low roar that makes it impossible to focus on anything. Wine glasses clink with trembling hands. Plates rattle under nervous fingers. A few people have taken their seats again, but none of them look relaxed. Everyone’s too busy flinging questions at the alpha, demanding explanations about the hybr

Everything’s a blur.One moment I was kissing Elijah, clinging to the illusion that maybe we’d get through this together. Trusting his word when he said he had a plan.His plan didn’t expect his own dad to betray him like that.And now, I’m sitting alone in a freezing courtroom with a jury of cloaked councilmen looking down at me like I’m already guilty.My hands are clenched in my lap. I keep my shoulders back, jaw locked, posture perfect—just like Mrs. Humphrey told us to hold if we wanted to be taken seriously.They’ve already interrogated Luca. Celeste. Nate. Even Valerie’s entourage, the group of girls I once prayed would vanish into thin air the second I walked into a room. And yet—watching them take that seat, defend her without hesitation—I saw something I hadn’t expected. Loyalty. Not fake loyalty, either. The real kind. One of them, the same one who poured pig’s blood on me during my first week at the academy, actually reached out as she passed me. Her hand brushed my arm, w