Semua Bab Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising: Bab 41 - Bab 50

That evening, Ronan sat through the welcome dinner in a daze, mechanically eating food he couldn't taste while his wolf paced frantically beneath his skin. The Great Hall buzzed with conversation as students from different packs began the careful dance of alliance-building and social positioning that would define their academy relationships, but all he could focus on was the empty seat at the Southcrest table where Juliana Capulet should have been."You look like someone who's seen a ghost," observed the student sitting across from him—a tall, athletic girl with short dark hair and the kind of intense presence that suggested Alpha bloodlines. Her name tag read 'Beatrice Sharpe,' and Ronan vaguely remembered hearing about the Sharpe military pack's reputation for producing exceptional warriors."Something like that," he muttered, pushing food around his plate without any real interest in eating."Let me guess—you spotted someone from an enemy pack and now you're wondering how four year

Despite every rational argument for staying in her dormitory room and focusing on unpacking, Juliana found herself drawn toward the central courtyard where orientation activities were taking place. Her wolf's restlessness had evolved into something closer to desperation, and the pull she'd been feeling all morning was becoming impossible to ignore.The courtyard was filled with students from across North America, their conversations creating a complex tapestry of accents and pack dialects that spoke to the incredible diversity represented at Moonrise Academy. Juliana recognized some faces from formal gatherings—Beta diplomatic heirs, Alpha pack princes, the occasional Omega whose exceptional abilities had earned them placement among the supernatural elite.But her attention wasn't focused on the familiar faces or political networking opportunities. Her wolf was hunting, following some invisible trail that led her deeper into the crowd of future pack leaders.Then she saw him.He was s

Despite Tybalt's warnings and her own rational understanding of the impossible situation, Juliana found herself unable to concentrate on anything except the magnetic pull drawing her back toward her mate. Her wolf had been inconsolable since their flight from the courtyard, whimpering constantly and making it impossible to focus on unpacking, studying, or any of the normal activities that should have occupied her first evening at Moonrise Academy.She tried reading—poetry usually calmed her restless spirit and helped her process complex emotions. But even her beloved volume of Elizabeth Barrett Browning couldn't hold her attention when every nerve ending in her body was tuned to the presence of a golden-eyed Alpha somewhere else in this Gothic fortress.She tried writing in her journal, hoping to make sense of the day's revelations through careful analysis and emotional exploration. But every sentence devolved into confused fragments about impossible connections and destined love and

The pack hierarchy demonstration took place in the academy's combat training facility, a state-of-the-art gymnasium with reinforced floors designed to withstand supernatural strength and agility. Otto had known this moment was coming—every elite supernatural institution included practical exercises designed to help students understand their relative positions in pack social structures.He'd been dreading it since orientation."The purpose of this exercise," announced Professor Kane, a grizzled Alpha who served as the academy's physical education and pack dynamics instructor, "is not to establish dominance or create winners and losers. It's to help you understand your natural strengths and how those strengths can contribute to effective pack cooperation."Otto appreciated the diplomatic framing, but he wasn't naive about what was actually going to happen. Strength demonstrations inevitably became displays of Alpha dominance, Beta competence, and Omega inadequacy, regardless of how care

POV: Desi WhitmoreThe whispers followed me through the corridors of Eastmoor Hall like persistent ghosts.I held my head high as I made my way to breakfast, my chin lifted in the kind of defiant posture my mother had taught me for navigating diplomatic receptions where enemies smiled while plotting your downfall. But this wasn't international politics—this was high school, which somehow felt both less important and infinitely more vicious."Did you see the way she was clinging to that Omega last night?""I heard her parents are mortified. Apparently they're considering pulling her from school.""Such a waste. She could have had any Alpha heir she wanted."Each comment was delivered just loudly enough for my supernatural hearing to catch, just quietly enough to maintain plausible deniability. The social warfare of pack teenagers, refined through generations of practice.I pushed through the Great Hall's heavy doors and immediately spotted my usual table—the one where Beta royalty gat