All Chapters of Werewolf Academy : Chapter 171 - Chapter 178

Her tone stays even. “I think too many people are pretending they know what’s going on when they don’t.” She gestures toward the necklace. “Do not take that off. Not under any circumstances.”Okay, so she knows what it is. Yet, she doesn’t ask where I got it or if I know where Elijah is.I assume she might know it’s from him, but possibly presume that he had given it to me before he disappeared. Who knows?Unless she has somehow figured out where he is and isn’t telling me for some reason. Here’s to hoping that isn’t the case.I hesitate. “Why? What’s going on?”“Because it’s keeping you alive.” Her voice sharpens, breaking through its usual calm. “There are things moving beyond these walls that even our Alpha can’t control. Trust me, Miss Woods. Whatever you do, keep that necklace on.”I want to ask her what she knows, but manages not to press and just nod. I do this so she thinks I still trust her opinion and is blissfully unaware of what she’s really up to.Or that I know she’s the

She slams her pen onto the desk with enough force to make students jump in their seats. She clears her throat, straightens her spine, and plants her hands on her hips.“As for introductions—which I was getting to until the rude interruptions began—” she scowls in my direction. “I am Mrs. Feltine. The Council selected me to teach you the fine art of Council Politics. Advanced.”She begins to stroll between the rows of desks, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. “It is essential to understand the rules, the structure, and the system of our people. We are here to ensure a safer world for future generations.”She stops abruptly, turning to stare straight at me. “The choices we make today impact what happens tomorrow. Making poor choices in this moment leads to catastrophic destruction.”Luca snorts. “A bit dramatic, don’t you think?”Her gaze zeroes in on him, and she actually smirks. “As you will find out soon enough.”“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Luca asks, his voice drop

I glance at the clock, checking the time. I’m due for another blocking potion. It’s been exactly twenty-four hours and a few minutes since I last choked one down. I head for my closet, pushing aside the heavy curtain of leather jackets to reach the back shelf. My fingers find the metal storage box, and I flip the lid, pulling out one of the dull, orange vials.I sink back onto my bed and chug the contents. I shudder as the last drop hits my tongue, my face twisting at the medicinal bitterness.You know what would actually help me stop feeling—and taste a hell of a lot better? Bourbon. Or a heavy pour of whiskey. But those come with a side of nasty headaches and a morning spent over the toilet. I can’t afford to be dead to the world until this is sorted and I finally get to connect with my mate.The thought stings.She has no idea who I am.I sigh, tossing the empty vial into the trash can by my desk. I flop back onto my pillows and let my eyelids grow heavy. It doesn’t take long for e

Mrs. Humphrey shakes her head. “Mr. Quinnell was caught snooping in my office. I suspect he intended to smuggle out my rare herbs earlier, as his pockets were stuffed with them.” She levels a knowing look at us. “Inform Mr. Quinnell that if he has a problem, he should come to me directly. I will gladly assist him. Stealing is unnecessary.”I gape at my friends. “Nate stole? For what?”“No matter,” Mrs. Humphrey sighs. “I made the consequences clear and had a guard escort him out. I could have issued a harsher punishment, like detention, but I sympathize with your circumstances and chose leniency this time. However, Mr. Quinnell chose to attack a guard. I cannot let that slide.”“Where is he?” I ask, the worry tightening my throat.“He is in the history department polishing trophies and scrubbing floors.” Mrs. Humphrey peers at the massive clock mounted across from her office door, then smiles. “His shift ends now. I suggest you have a talk with your friend and explain that such aggres