All Chapters of Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The next morning is somehow worse than the day before. Mrs. Humphrey kept her word—we’re officially excused from class—but apparently, that doesn’t include skipping breakfast. Because obviously, being mentally shattered and emotionally wrecked still means I need to eat my cereal in front of an audience.The cafeteria is already buzzing by the time I get there. And yeah, every single pair of eyes turns to look at me like I just walked in wearing a crown made of teeth. Some whisper. Others don’t even bother hiding it. Theories swirl through the air like smoke. One kid on the left side of the room actually makes a gagging sound when he spots me. Another elbows her friend and mutters something about “dark magic” and you guessed it—hybrids.I keep walking, holding my head high, and my face blank. Despite my heart being a complete wreck.I hear the word pregnant again, somewhere near the juice dispensers.Of course that rumor is back. Because apparently, I can’t go five minutes without some

There’s more. A pile of them. Slumped in the corner like broken dolls. Some fresh. Some crawling with insects.I tear my eyes away—toward a table in the middle of the room covered in herbs, vials, flasks of red liquid that looks way too much like blood.Chains hang from the walls. Restraints.And one wall has someone tied to it. A man. Human. Or at least he looks human. Pale. Barely breathing.Luca’s face is ashen, his jaw tight. Celeste turns slowly, her lips pressed together, tears brimming in her eyes.There, on the shelf across the room—those vials. They look exactly like the ones Humphrey gave Elijah to take.Celeste looks at me, her voice raw. “What the hell did we just get ourselves into?”I shake my head, unable to form any coherent words.Luca inches toward the guy on the wall like he half expects him to lunge at us. I don’t blame him. The guy looks dead. Like, dead-dead. Limp. Pasty. Head slumped forward, hair matted and greasy and hiding most of his face. The only thing mov

“Did Elijah tell you anything?” he asks. “Before the Elders’ Summit? Any hint about a location? A plan?”I shake my head. “No. Nothing. He’s been gone since we ran. I don’t even know how to reach him.” And that burns. More than it should. Like I’ve been cut off from oxygen and forced to keep breathing.Celeste paces a tight line across the rug, her expression shifting from worried to determined. “Okay, wait. What if—Hailey, what if you lied to Humphrey? Like… tell her you miss them. Your friends. Your boyfriend. See if she lets something slip. Or better—lets you see him. Even for just a second.”I blink at her. “You think she’d actually buy that?”Nate throws his hands up. “Let’s be real for a second here, if they’re on the run from her and the freakin’ law, where would they even go?”“Would you shut up?” Luca growls. “We don’t even know if they suspect anything with Humphrey.”“I’m asking valid questions!”“Going to Humphrey is off the table,” Luca snaps, rounding on Celeste. “Absolu

“That is, by far, the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” Nate mutters, arms crossed tight over his chest. He’s slouched on the thick carpet he just dragged in from Celeste’s old room, head resting against the side of my bare bed like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “You seriously can’t do another private lesson with Humphrey.”I drop the toiletries bag on my mattress. A beat too late, I realize the zipper isn’t closed all the way. Celeste’s makeup, nail polish, and half a dozen tiny brushes spill across my bed in a colorful mess.“Seriously?” I whisper, mostly to myself. I kneel, sweeping everything back into the bag. “I don’t have a choice, Nate. I can’t just stop going. She’ll notice.”The bag slips from my hands, and everything pours out again. I stare at the pile for a second before letting out a breath and leaving it there. I sink on the edge of the bed and turn toward him. “She has so much stuff. I don’t even know where we’re going to put all of it.”Nate eyes the growing pil

I glance down the hall again. Luca’s gone now. “He wasn’t bitten or scratched. Besides, the hybrid was tied to the wall.”“Not that you know of,” Nate says, not accusing—just cautious.I shake my head. “No. He’s not turning into anything. He’s stressed. Just like you, by the way,” I say pointedly. “That’s it.”“Here’s to hoping,” Celeste says quietly. “Because we really can’t handle another mess right now.”She’s not wrong. But that doesn’t stop the silence from stretching between us like a taut wire, no doubt all of us too tired to keep pretending everything’s fine. After a few seconds, she nudges my elbow gently and says, “Lets get some food. I’m starving after carrying all that stuff.”“Talk about a workout,” Nate mutters. “Come on.”Dinner is a blur. I barely taste the bland rice and chicken on my tray. My thoughts are stuck—looping around Luca’s outburst, around the way his jaw clenched and his shoulders locked up before he stormed out. I can’t shake the pit curling in my stomach