Semua Bab Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Bab 71 - Bab 80

“First row ticket to the clown show.”“I didn’t see you in physical.”“That’s because I’m good at making myself invisible. That, and I’ve already been through my transformation, and I don’t have a partner. So I’m excused to sit out, but not from attending class, unfortunately.”I cross my arms, shifting my weight. “What are you doing here?”“I do believe I go to school here?”“No. At the library?” I ask, my voice thick with annoyance. “Can’t imagine you’re here because you enjoy reading.”“I actually love reading,” he replies with raised brows. “And I need a part-time job.”I scowl down at his clothes. No doubt, expensive. “Yeah? You don’t look like you need the money, bud.”“No, I don’t. But I need to add extra curricular activities to my list.”“List?”“As per request of my uncle.”“For what reason would—” I shake my head. “Whatever. I don’t care. Just stay out of my way so I can get my work done.” I walk over to the other side of the massive desk, grabbing a pile of books to put ba

I don’t leave the library until after midnight. When I head for the exit, Luca half-sprints after me, carrying a brown paper bag and hands it to me. I stare down at it. “What’s this?”“Mooched some more cookies from Dibella,” he winks. “You’re welcome.”I sigh, lowering the bag beside me. “Thanks. But you need to chill with the cookies. The other assistants are going to have my neck.”“Not unless—” Luca pauses just as the two assistants from earlier approach the exit, their faces tight with scowls. A grin spreads across his face as he lifts two more paper bags, handing them over. “Got you guys some chocolate chip ones. Freshly baked.”They freeze, blinking in disbelief as they take the bags, staring at Luca like they’re waiting for the punchline of some joke. After a few seconds, one of them manages a quiet, “Thanks,” before they head through the door.“See?” Luca smirks, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “I’ve rendered them speechless.”I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, looks like y

A knock rips me from a nightmare where I’m being chased by an army of angry ghosts. I jolt upright, my hand pressing over my chest as if that might calm my racing heart. The pounding is so loud it drowns out the fading remnants of the dream. My wide eyes scan the room, taking in every shadow, every still object. It’s empty—no vengeful spirits lurking in the corners, no movement except for the rise and fall of my own breath.Another knock echoes through the silence, and this time I realize it’s not from some figment of my imagination. The sound is coming from my door.“Miss Woods?” Mrs. Humphrey’s voice cuts through the stillness, all sharp and businesslike from the other side of the crimson-painted wood. “I have a meeting to attend, if you don’t mind.”“She might still be sleeping. She did go to bed rather late,” another voice adds with a note of sarcasm that’s all too familiar. June. Of course. Confirming my suspicion, she continues, “Not everyone can chug down potions and run like a

For once, I’m looking forward to my evening shift at the library. I can’t help but feel a spark of anticipation, wondering what kind of trouble Luca will stir up tonight. His unpredictability is almost as entertaining as the inevitable chaos that follows. But the real highlight? Watching him try to dodge Tilly’s ghostly pranks—her wrath is like a storm waiting to break, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.When I step into the library, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood greets me. It’s strangely comforting, but that comfort lasts only a second. My heart sinks when I notice him—Elijah, already seated at one of the larger tables. I pause, acknowledging that it’s not a normal response for seeing my boyfriend. Things are fine again—right? Then why am I feeling like this all of the sudden?A frown scrunches up my face.He looks calm, almost too calm, flipping through a thick book. My excitement for the evening flickers out like a candle in the wind.But it’s Luca at the fro

Elijah, for his part, looks like he’s trying to focus, but there’s no denying that he’s aware of her too-close proximity. The furrow in his brow grows deeper each time she leans in, and though he doesn’t outright pull away, he’s definitely uncomfortable. Or at least, I hope he is. Unless that frown is designated for Luca, in particular. It’s hard to tell at this point.Meanwhile, the guy in question is still at the front desk, a smug grin plastered on his face. Every now and then, he’ll toss a comment my way, trying to lighten the mood. And though I don’t mind the distraction, I can feel Elijah’s eyes boring into the back of my head.“Hey,” Luca says quietly as I pass by with a stack of books to shelve. “How long do you think it’ll take before Princess Perfect makes her move?”I raise an eyebrow, glancing over at Valerie, who’s now practically draping herself over Elijah’s chair. “Oh, she’s already halfway there,” I mutter.Luca chuckles, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Wanna place