Todos los capítulos de A Mix Of Two Worlds : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The next morning, the sounds of the school grounds buzzed with activity as students hurried about, preparing for the day ahead. Alex walked beside William, still processing the events of the previous day. Every time he thought he had a grip on this strange new world, something else about it seemed to slip through his fingers, leaving him confused. Today felt different, though. There was something in the air, a subtle tension that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He couldn’t ignore it.He and William had been chatting in the tower after breakfast when the sharp knock at the door came. William exchanged a glance with Alex before standing up to answer it.Nathan White, the Gamma of the pack, stepped in with his usual calm demeanor. His presence was imposing, but his voice carried no urgency.“It’s time,” Nathan said simply, his gaze moving between the two. “Tanaka wants to speak to all of you. Gather outside.”Alex blinked. “Now?”“Yep, now,” Nathan replied, his tone making it clear that it

The tension in the academy had been mounting for days. Whispers of the upcoming Trials had infiltrated every corner of the school, from the dining hall to the dorm towers.For Alex, however, the gravity of the situation had hit much earlier when Tanaka had chosen him in front of the wolves. There had been no room for argument, no option to refuse. It was an order from his Alpha, and to decline would have been unthinkable.Now, standing among the gathered students in the Grand Hall, Alex couldn’t shake his unease. He was surrounded by his friends: Sean, Sara, Kira, and William. The banners of the factions wolves, witches, vampires, and werecats, hung proudly above them, vibrant symbols of rivalry and unity.At the podium stood Headmistress Katherine Hawthorne, her piercing gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd. When she spoke, her voice carried the weight of tradition and expectation.“The time has come,” she began, her words slicing through the murmurs. “Tomorrow at dawn, the Trials

The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across the group as they Huddleston close, their bodies still chilled from the icy water. The heat of the flames was a welcome relief, but their bodies remained tense, knowing the trials had only just begun.Tanaka stood tall beside the fire, his piercing eyes scanning the group. His usual calm demeanor had returned, but there was a subtle urgency in the way he carried himself now. The exhaustion from the swim still hung in the air, but they couldn’t afford to linger in complacency.“Alright,” Tanaka began, his voice carrying authority yet a hint of encouragement. “First off, well done, everyone. You made it to shore. That’s no small feat. Marcus,” he turned to the fourth year student who had led the charge in starting the fire, “good thinking. We could’ve easily ended up with hypothermia if we hadn’t gotten that fire going. Thank you for that.”Marcus nodded, his face still pale from the cold but with a sense of quiet pride in his eyes.

The first light of dawn broke across the horizon, the sky painted in hues of gold and soft pink as the sun began its slow rise. The chill of the night air lingered, wrapping around the werewolves like an unyielding cloak, but the group did not stop to rest. They had no choice but to keep moving. The Trials had just begun, and every step forward meant survival. Tanaka led the group, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he surveyed the terrain around them. They had passed the water source, an accidental stroke of luck, but now they found themselves far from it, venturing into unfamiliar territory with no way to carry water. The lack of preparation was a harsh reminder of the Trials' unpredictability. They were ill-equipped, but they were wolves, and wolves knew how to survive. Alex’s legs ached, each step taking more effort than the last, but he kept moving. The others were no better off. Rina was a little ahead leading the way with quiet determination. Beside her was Marcus, his sharp

Sara was glad they were working with the witches, even if the alliance felt more like a truce born of necessity than trust. Vampires and witches working together. It was a rare sight, especially when history between the two factions was littered with betrayal and bloodshed.For now, though, their cooperation kept them alive. The witches had a knack for uncovering the not-so-obvious, finding faint markings along the maze walls inscribed in a language unfamiliar to Sara.It didn’t surprise her; witches dabbled in all things ancient and arcane. Their magic was rooted in the understanding of forgotten texts and symbols, making them invaluable in this labyrinth. One of the witches, a tall boy with ebony skin and flowing dreadlocks adorned with gold bands, ran his fingers along the markings and whispered something under his breath.A faint glow emanated from the symbols, guiding their group toward a passage that eventually led to the mouth of a cave.“We’re here,” the witch boy said, his t