All Chapters of Moon Called : Werewolf Academy (Book 1): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The guy barely nods, but Luca doesn’t seem to care. He turns back to me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “So, what’s the plan? We hunt this ghost down, shake them up a bit, and make them spill their spectral secrets?”I smirk despite myself. “Yeah, something like that. Let’s see if we can find out anything useful about that key. Maybe there’s a ghost bored enough to chat.”“Or rant,” Luca adds with a wink. “Old ghosts love a good rant. Especially the ones who think they’re still living in the 1800s.”“And you’d know how?”“Ah—” he cracks a grin. “Good old Humphrey ranted about it one day.”“Oh, I see.”We grab our coffees, and Luca leads the way out, holding the door open with an exaggerated flourish. I roll my eyes at him but can’t help the smile tugging at my lips.As we make our way to the Werewolf History display room, the vibe changes. The corridor is dimly lit, and the old portraits hanging on the walls seem to watch us with accusing eyes. It’s colder here, too, the kind of chi

I step back from the mirror, doing a slow turn as I take in the outfit Luca gave me. The boho floral print two-piece set clings in all the right places, the off-shoulder twist crop top revealing just enough without being scandalous, and the high-slit flowing skirt giving a playful flair. The material is so soft, it almost feels like a second skin—stretchy, and expensive.I brush my fingers over the fabric, still in awe that Luca somehow nailed my size perfectly. I wonder if he bought all our friends outfits, too. I mean—I assume it’s part of whatever plan he’s got going.Swapping my sneakers for strappy lace-up sandals is a no-brainer. And while I don’t usually fuss over makeup, I can’t leave the room in an outfit like this without a little extra. I dab on some blush, swipe a layer of mascara over my lashes, and finish with a bit of lip gloss. Stepping back, I give myself one last look in the mirror.Yeah, I feel pretty. Which, in itself, is a weird sensation. I don’t normally fuss th

Of course, Celeste is still blissfully unaware of last-night’s events. I haven’t gotten a chance to catch up with her between classes, and her being busy with her own things.Elijah’s expression is stuck between the middle of a frown and a stiff smile. “Yes. It was okay.”Celeste’s face falls. She opens her mouth, looking like she wants to add something, but closes it again and looks at me.I shake my head.“Can we talk for a moment?” his gaze settles on me. “Alone, please.”“Not now,” my lips draw tight. “I’m hanging out with my friends.”“Please?”There it is. The pull. The. Freaking. Pull. And the soothing calmness settling over my skin like a soft blanket. I open my mouth to agree, then I snap it shut again. Pushing against those conflicting emotions.The realization in that moment that Luca might be right about Elijah manipulating my emotions, leaves a horrible, disappointing burning feeling inside my chest. “I said later.”Elijah frowns, his eyes bouncing between me and Celeste,

Nate’s voice slices through a constant, monotonous beeping, ripping me from a deep, dark, oblivion. My eyes drags open, heavy, but his words are just a garbled mess, slipping past my ears as I try—and fail—to make sense of them.The fire raging in my lungs keeps me from focusing on anything else. Each breath is a struggle, raw and searing, the ache spreading through my chest with every shallow inhale. I try to sit up, to ease the pressure, but a steady hand presses me gently back down.“That is not a good idea,” a voice comes into focus. I turn my head to the right side of me to find a pale face staring down at me—russet-painted lips turned down to match the frown on her face. Ariah sighs. “You scared the crap out of us. Give our stress levels a chance to go down a notch, before you aim at spiking it again, aye?”“Like it’s going to go down at this rate,” Celeste murmurs at my left, her attention steady on Nate’s back as he resumes to go off on someone outside the door. Whoever it is,

The morning light streaming through the castle’s narrow windows feels far too cheery for my current mood. After last night’s cleansing ritual with Mrs. Humphrey, I should feel lighter, calmer, maybe even… safe. The ritual was intense, involving candles, herbs, and chants I couldn’t begin to repeat if my life depended on it. Mrs. Humphrey assured me that it should disrupt any lingering spiritual energies around me, at least temporarily. She even sent me back to my room with a grounding crystal and a pat on the shoulder.“Get some rest,” she’d said. “We’ll figure out what’s really going on soon enough.”I clung to her words but it was a meager attempt—because honestly, anyone would feel demotivated with such lackluster reassurance and the knowledge that ghosts are out for your blood.But then again, why would more random ghosts show up to try and kill me, right? Yet, as I step into the hallway, I can’t shake the knot of tension in my stomach.It only gets worse when I realize how not al