All Chapters of Werewolf Academy : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Celeste points at the fallen book. “If you mean the book falling spontaneously from the shelf, then yeah. Yeah, we did.”“It was her,” I say, already moving toward the shelf the book fell from. “She showed me where.”I run my fingers over the wood, inspecting the carved patterns, the dusty trinkets. One of them, a weird little dog statue, wobbles under my hand. I steady it, and then—Click.The sound makes all three of us freeze.The entire shelf swings inward with a quiet groan.Celeste crosses her arms. “A hidden door behind a bookshelf? How original.”The hallway beyond the shelf is narrow, dark, and claustrophobic. We slip inside, the air immediately heavier, colder, like it’s been waiting a long time for someone to walk through.Our footsteps echo off stone walls as we move deeper in. The further we go, the more the silence presses in, like it’s alive.Then we see it.The door.Just like Nate drew it. Heavy. Metal. Etched with strange markings that shimmer when the light hits them

He stops fighting us after that. The look on our faces must scream not now, drama queen—loud enough even for him to read the room.We make it back to my room in a blur of panic-colored static. I fumble with the key, fingers trembling, and practically slam the door shut behind us the second we’re in. I lock it, double-check it, and press my back against the wood like that’ll somehow keep the world from busting in.Then I spin around to face him. “She’s the master,” I blurt.Nate squints. “Uh, what do you mean by that?”“Mrs. Humphrey,” I snap. “She’s been behind everything. The attacks, the murders, the hybrids. All of it.”I don’t even pause to let it sink in. I unload the whole mess, words flying out fast. How the prisoner confirmed she’s been picking off students like ripe fruit for her hybrid army, how she’s been using the school as a recruitment center for monsters.How Sally died because of her.Nate’s face slowly drains of color. “You’re joking.”“I wish I was,” I whisper, my voi

“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.“Really?” 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 pile of

That voice. My pulse spikes.Mr. Ledger. The crap excuse of a father Elijah had the misfortune to be born to.“I protect my students. That is my only concern,” Mrs. Humphrey snaps, trying for control again. But I can hear the strain underneath it.He scoffs. “You mean the ones who serve your little agenda. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you coddle that girl.”My heart stutters, crashing into my ribs.That girl. Me.I don’t wait to hear more. My knuckles rap hard against the door, louder than I intend. My hand trembles slightly, but I lock it down.The silence that follows is instant and suffocating.“Come in,” Mrs. Humphrey answers, tone forcibly even.I push the door open and step inside. The air feels electrified, thick with something unspoken. Mrs. Humphrey stands behind her desk, arms crossed so tightly her nails dig into her sleeves.Mr. Ledger looms in front of her desk like he owns the place—tall, stiff, and smirking like he’s already won something.“Well, well, Miss Woods, y

I nod quickly. “Understood.”She studies me for another second before going on. “And the reason I jumped to that theory so fast is because young Mr. Ledger was injured during the Summit. His blood was everywhere. If someone managed to get a sample of it to the SOHH…”My stomach turns. “You mean… his dad?”Mrs. Humphrey shrugs, but there’s nothing casual about it. “It wouldn’t be beneath him. Look at what lengths he’s already gone to. But rumor has it the SOHH doesn’t work well with others. Not with royalty, not with the Council, not with anyone. Maybe Mr. Ledger did send them the blood and they took it—but I can guarantee you they’re not working together. The SOHH doesn’t answer to anyone.”I glance down at my hand. The puncture still aches beneath the skin. “Any idea what Mr. Ledger hexed me with?”She looks tired now, the lines around her mouth deeper than before. “Possibly something to track young Mr. Ledger with, if we’re going by what he said as he left. But without the actual nee