Todos los capítulos de Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“How do you talk to the huntress?” I trail after Ariah inside the hallway. She’s showing me around, getting me acquainted with everyone. People in general are friendly, but no one misses a chance to ask about my mark.As she opens her mouth to answer, a tall, bald man appears beside us, clearing his throat. “Miss Woods.”Ariah lets out a depleted sigh. “Mr. Len, what can we help you with?”In response to Ariah’s question, Mr. Len hands me a timetable. I frown down at it. “This has to be a mistake. It says my first lesson with Mrs. Humphrey is at midnight?”Mr. Len huffs, drawling, “You can’t expect to tap into the spiritual realm during broad daylight, can you?”Apparently, it’s not doable during the day—something to do with the alignment of the stars and the moon and whatnot. The tedious tone of the teacher has me zoning out during his explanation. When he stops talking, I take that as my cue to respond. “Right. Thank you.”He offers a curt nod, spinning around and stalking away. His

I push open the heavy, creaking door of the library, and the scent of aged leather and musty paper envelops me. The space is gigantic, with ceilings that soar high above, held up by arched beams of dark oak. Flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows on the stone walls, illuminating ancient tapestries that depict scenes of werewolf battles and past rulers.I pass a long front desk manned by librarians and their assistants, my sable creeper sneakers audible on the cold, smooth stone. My steps fall silent occasionally as I cross large, intricately woven rugs scattered about.I head straight for the aisle Celeste pointed out, offering her a small wave before disappearing between the labyrinth of bookshelves.Each section is marked with hand-carved plaques, their inscriptions barely legible in the dim light. They guide the way to different realms of knowledge: Alchemy, Herbology, History, and more. The books themselves are bound in various shades of leather, some adorned with golden lea

The metallic taste of blood pools in my mouth, and I gag, spitting frantically to get it out.“A fair warning, little pup,” the girl snarls, dumping the bucket beside our feet. “Next time, you’ll be bathing in your own blood.”“You’re crazy,” I cough, dropping my backpack. “Why?”“A message from the queen.” With that, she flips her long, honey-blonde hair over her shoulder and stalks away.“Valerie?” I echo. “Crazy b—”“Hailey?” Celeste rushes out of the library. “Sorry, I just finished—what the hell?”“Valerie. She’s insane.”“Tell me something I don’t know.” Celeste pulls out a tissue from the side pocket of her bag and starts to wipe my face. “Did she say why she did this?”“No. She sent someone to pass me a message, but I have a good idea why.” I scowl at a group of students passing with curious looks, annoyance bubbling up inside my chest like a vicious beast. “What are you looking at?”They quickly turn away and pick up their pace.“It’s pig’s blood. I can tell.” Celeste taps he

The crowd falls silent as the headmistress strides forward, the gigantic doors slamming shut behind her. The click of her heels echoes through the cavernous room, and every set of eyes is fixed on her. I struggle to stifle a yawn behind my hand, fighting off the drowsiness that threatens to pull me under.Leaning toward Elijah, I whisper, “What time is it, anyway?”Without taking his eyes off Mrs. Humphrey, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. He waits for the headmistress to direct her attention to one of the teachers before flicking on the screen and glancing down. “Three forty-five.”“No wonder I’m this tired,” I mutter. “I probably had like two hours of sleep, if I’m lucky.”He rubs his eyes. “You and I both.”I peek at him. “You didn’t sleep either?”“It’s complicated.”“You always give me that answer. I’d like to know at some point what is so complicated.”He glances at me, his brows knitted together, but he says nothing.I pass him a shrewd look. “It can’t be

My first physical training class is nothing like I expect. I assume it will involve tossing balls and jogging around the gym—your standard stuff. As I walk in, I’m hit with the smell of sweat and adrenaline, a mix of human and wolf. Reinforced weight stations line the walls, each rack packed with plates that can handle beastly strength. There are padded areas for practicing transformations, assuming that the students don’t tear the place apart when in their wolf form.According to flyers stuck to one side of the wall, they offer agility courses that are designed to test speed and stealth, perfect for honing hunting skills.My eyes fall on the mirrored walls on one side of the room. “What’s the point of padded walls if those are there?”“Special enchanted mirrors, girl. Tough enough to survive accidental claw swipes.” Celeste tosses her duffel beside mine, winking. “Everything in here is wolf-proof.”“Right. So—”“Good morning, students,” a voice interrupts, silencing my inquiry into t