All Chapters of All wolves university: The Last Kitsune: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"You're telling me I have to write an essay on symbolism in Romantic poetry after everything we just went through?"Camille stared at her laptop with something between disbelief and exhaustion. Three days had passed since the battle at the amphitheater. Three days of recovery, police statements, and trying to return to something resembling normal life.It wasn't going well."Professor Wright doesn't care that you helped kill an ancient evil kitsune," Yuna said from her bed, where she was supposed to be resting. The bandages around her chest itched terribly. "He just cares that you turn in your assignments.""Professor Wright can bite me.""That's the spirit."A knock on their dorm room door interrupted them. Yuna tensed automatically, her hand going to the royal bracelet on her wrist. She'd started wearing it constantly now, finding comfort in its steady pulse."It's just me," Noah's voice called through the door.Camille let him in. He carried a bag from their favorite burger place a

"Who are you?"Yuna's hand went instinctively to her bracelet, ready to transform if needed. Beside her, Camille had pulled out the silver knife Noah had given her for emergencies.The woman held up her hands in a peaceful gesture. "My name is Rebecca Clarke. I'm a kitsune. One of the survivors Julia mentioned.""Prove it," Yuna demanded.Rebecca's form shimmered, white fur appearing briefly along her arms before fading back to human. Three tails flickered into view, then vanished. She was powerful but not royal bloodline."Satisfied?" Rebecca asked."Not even close. How do I know you're not working for someone dangerous? Victor had followers.""Had. Past tense. Victor's dead, and his followers scattered the moment you killed him." Rebecca moved closer, and Yuna tensed. "I'm not your enemy, Yuna. None of us are. We've been hiding for decades, watching, waiting for someone who could unite us.""Unite you for what?""To rebuild. To survive. To create a life where we don't have to hide a

"He's not supposed to be here."Noah stared at the photograph on Yuna's phone the next morning, his expression darkening with every second. They were in the campus coffee shop before class, Camille across from them nursing an espresso."He has no jurisdiction on this campus," Noah continued. "The council agreement specifically states that monitoring responsibilities belong to designated personnel. Garrett wasn't assigned to you.""Which means he's here unofficially," Yuna said. "Off the books.""And meeting with Megan." Camille set down her cup. "So Megan found herself an ally with silver weapons and authority. That's not great.""What does he want with her?" Yuna asked. "She's human. She doesn't have any supernatural leverage.""She has something better," Noah said grimly. "She has access. She goes to the same school, lives in the same building, attends the same classes. She can watch you in ways Garrett legally can't." He put the phone down. "She's feeding him information.""Informa

The drive down the coast was three hours of ocean on one side and highway on the other.Noah drove with easy confidence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console where Yuna's hand found it somewhere around mile forty and didn't let go until they hit the San Diego city limits.Camille slept in the backseat for most of it, having stayed up finishing two of her overdue papers. She snored lightly with her mouth open, and both Yuna and Noah agreed silently never to mention it.Rebecca's contact met them at a diner near the waterfront. His name was Patrick, mid-forties, with the weathered face of someone who'd spent a long time outdoors and the careful eyes of someone who'd spent even longer being careful. He was human, which surprised Yuna until Rebecca explained over the phone that Patrick had lost his daughter in the purge. He'd been helping kitsune survivors ever since."Owen was spotted two nights ago near Balboa Park," Patrick said, wrapping both hands around a c

"You packed four bags for a three day trip," Noah said, staring at the pile of luggage Camille was loading into the trunk."Two are Yuna's.""I only have one," Yuna said.Camille pointed at a duffel bag and a backpack. "Both yours.""The backpack is just snacks."Noah looked at the backpack. It was enormous. "That is not a snack bag. That is a crisis bag.""Snacks are a crisis management tool," Yuna said, climbing into the passenger seat. "I read that somewhere.""You made that up.""I made it up confidently, which is basically the same thing."Noah shook his head, but he was smiling as he got in and started the engine. They pulled out of campus just after seven on Saturday morning, the city still soft and quiet around them.The plan was simple. Drive north along the coast, reach the address in Mrs. Peterson's card by nightfall, find Margaret Foster. Whatever happened after that was something Yuna was trying not to think about too hard.She had her mother's letter in her jacket pocket