All Chapters of Werewolf Academy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The knock that comes next nearly gives me a heart attack. I turn, cursing the ghost for being so cryptic, and open the door.It’s a guard. “Miss Woods? Your presence is requested in the headmistress’s office.”I blink. “Why?”The guard stiffens. “I was requested to escort you to the office. If you would please follow me, Miss.”My eyes drop to my bare feet before I peer up at the guard. “Can I have a second to put on shoes?”“Of course, Miss,” he nods, stepping back and staring ahead down the hall.I twist around, grab my flats, slip them on, and quickly check the mirror to ensure my hair looks decent. Then, I head through the doorway to follow the guard.“What’s this about?” I inquire, my mind immediately flicking to suspicions of Valerie. She’s been unusually quiet since the night on the beach. Chances are, she’s finally done something to get back at me.The guard ignores me.I try again. “Why is Mrs. Humphrey looking for me?”Still, no response.My shoulders slump, and I sigh, givin

My hands shake as I set up the makeshift altar in the center of my dorm room, following the instructions read aloud by a guard from a textbook. Mr. Ledger sits on the edge of Ariah’s bed, his expression tight as he watches me attempt one method after another to summon his daughter.I’ve already tried several techniques, including a deck of tarot cards, a bowl of water, and a mirror—none of which have worked.I suck in a deep breath, watching the flickering candles cast long shadows on the walls. As I expel my breath, the dark shapes sway wildly, and I look carefully among them, hoping to see a girl my age standing there. No such luck.“Spirit of Sally, I summon you. Hear my call and show yourself.” I try to ignore the expectant eyes on me as my finger presses down on the planchette.There is no movement on the spirit board; the planchette remains stubbornly still. Frustration bubbles from inside me, and I lift my fingers to pick up the mirror again.I wait.And wait.And wait some more

The cafeteria is alive with the vibrant hues of morning, beams of sunlight creating a shimmering effect over specs of dust floating in the air. The chatter of students fills the space, making it feel like I’ve stepped into a whole other universe. Despite this lively atmosphere, I can’t shake a certain sense of sadness.For the most part, I’m frustrated knowing Elijah is being treated like some kind of criminal.It’s been two days since we were alone, and at the rate things are going, I won’t get to spend time with him anytime soon either. There’s always a guard trailing him, scrutinizing his every movement and intervening whenever he tries to communicate with anyone. Though they allow me to talk to him in passing, exchanging a few words here and there, everything we say is observed by a guard who even takes notes of our conversations.I have a sneaking suspicion they’re keeping a close eye on me, too. Whenever I pass a guard, their eyes follow me, and I’ve noticed them lingering nearby

He laughs nervously, loosening the tie around his throat. “Well, looks like they do exist after all. You know, it’s not real until you see the proof.”“But you taught us that it’s lore,” Luca presses. “Don’t you think you should know your facts before proceeding with a lesson?”“Mr. Crowe, even teachers make mistakes sometimes. Hence, the reason I am presenting this lesson today is to show you the latest findings.”“So, they’ve been found?” Luca quirks a brow.“Yes, most of them,” Mr. Barnes says, sounding uncomfortable.“Most of them?” Luca presses. “Which ones?”“It makes me remarkably happy to see a student invested in their studies. Especially history,” Mr. Barnes chuckles, sweat beading against his forehead. “But we will get there during the lesson, Mr. Crowe. If you will?”Luca shrugs, leaning back in his seat.Just then, the classroom door flings open, and Elijah stalks in with an irritated look on his face.“You’re late, Mr. Ledger,” Barnes remarks, his eyes trailing after him.

Heart pounding, I make a beeline for the library, nearly colliding with Dibella at the entrance. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late. There was an incident in physical—”Dibella tuts with a smile, her warm eyes crinkling at the corners. “Not to worry, love. I’ll reheat the kettle. Why don’t you get settled by my desk and start working on the stamps?”As I pass the other library assistants, they shoot me dirty looks. I can feel their judgment like needles in my skin, but I shrug it off. I drop my bag beside Dibella’s desk and sit down, relieved to finally do some actual work. The familiar scent of old books and the quiet hum of the library soothes my frayed nerves. Ignoring the glares thrown my way, I start cleaning the pile of dirty stamps. The repetitive motion is calming, each swipe of the cloth against the rubber a small victory over the chaos of the day. Dibella appears shortly after with a steaming mug of coffee and a plate of rusks.“These rusks are homemade. Secret family recipe. You’re