All Chapters of Werewolf Academy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“I found him drinking this.” Luca pulls a vial from his pocket. Inside, a few droplets of silver, shimmering liquid remain. As I reach for it, he pulls back, nodding toward my bedroom door. “Inside. I don’t want curious ears catching our conversation.”“Right.” I stick the key into the lock, turning it. A heavy feeling settles over me, and I swallow hard. “I don’t know. Are we even allowed to go in here?”“Yeah. We’re good.”“But isn’t it supposed to be off-limits or something? You know, for evidence gathering?”Luca leans closer, giving me a mock smile. “Hailstorm, you’re not in the human world anymore. With magic, it takes about ten seconds to gather evidence.”“If that’s the case, why is it so hard for everyone to catch the killer?”“You ask a lot of questions.” He stands back, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Gathering evidence is easy. But the evidence itself—like in the human world—is what determines whether it can lead us to the killer or not.”“But there’s tracking,

A flush creeps across my cheeks as I shuffle along beside Elijah to Ariah’s room. Despite my embarrassment, it doesn’t stop Elijah from grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers with mine.“The old crone knows how to ruin a moment; that’s for sure.”I bark a laugh. “You sound like Luca now.”I don’t know if I imagined it, but I hear a low growl coming from him. “You’re friends with him all of a sudden?”“No,” I confirm hesitantly. Well, I can’t say we’re enemies, either. “Guess we just happen to cross paths and have mutual acquaintances now.”“And he marked you.”I tip my head forward. “Yeah, that too, I suppose.”“On your neck,” he says pointedly.My eyes flick to him. “Okay?”Elijah huffs, stopping mid-walk. Since we are holding hands, I have no other choice but to stop, too. “You don’t see it? Really?”“See what?”“Did you forget what I told you about where a werewolf chooses to mark someone?”My mouth slacks in disbelief. “You can’t seriously think he’s into me.”“Besides the questio

“Hello.” Her scowl stays fixed on Luca, who is staring with a puzzled expression at the spot where I’m looking. “Please tell me this isn’t your friend.”“Definitely not,” I snort. “Sorry about him.”“She’s here?” Luca asks, looking as uncomfortable as I’ve ever seen him. He carefully rounds the table to my side and takes a seat beside me. “Was that her?”I crack a cheeky grin. “What do you expect to happen if you insult a ghost?”“But was throwing me with a book really necessary?”“Yes,” both Tilly and I replied in unison. But of course, he can’t hear her. I was the one who got the death glare.“You wanted to talk to me?” Tilly swoops past me and goes to stand right in Luca. The moment she does, he flinches, pulling the sleeves of his jacket over his hands.“Is it just me, or is it cold all of a sudden?” He glances over his shoulder at the open window. Beams of sunlight stream in, bathing the space we are sitting in a delicious, golden glow. Though he won’t be able to appreciate the ef

“Okay. So, there’s a possibility that a vampire could have gotten in?” I ask, sitting forward. “What if Nate is onto something? What if—”“Impossible.” Celeste crosses her arms. “Again, besides the fact that there’s no proof it’s the case, keep in mind that a vampire’s bite is deadly to us.”That I do recall being mentioned before. “Or like Nate has said, what if vampires are…” My voice trails off, and I frown. “Nah. You’re right, I guess. If a vampire did attack her, she’d be dead.“I don’t know, but I smell a rat.” Nate leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “If it weren’t for the fact that a vampire’s bite is lethal to us, I’d swear one bit her, and she’s turning. But I hate to admit it—suppose you’re right, Celeste. It can’t be that. Still, the way Hailey described the attacker and the way Ariah’s acting… I don’t know, I just can’t shake the feeling.”“Glad you admit that I’m right for once.” Celeste shoots him a deliberate look. “You forget, though, girls have hormones and

With a day of work behind me and my friends talking again, I navigate the bustling hallway, the castle’s stone walls echoing with the chatter and laughter of students heading to dinner in the cafeteria. The evening sun casts long shadows through the tall, arched windows, and the flickering torchlight adds a warm glow to the ancient stones. The air is filled with the delicious aroma of tonight’s meal, and my stomach rumbles in response.My hunger might be louder than Nate’s words repeatedly going off in my mind: Stay out of the woods. I still can’t come up with any reason why I would be roaming in the woods, but okay.As I approach my door, I notice someone sitting outside it. My heart skips a beat when I realize it’s Elijah.He’s leaning casually against the wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him, and a book open on his lap. His golden hair falls into his eyes as he reads, and he looks up just as I reach him. A slow, warm smile spreads across his face, making my pulse quicke