All Chapters of Claimed By The Wolves; Shadowfang Academy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The academy canteen was louder than usual that afternoon, filled with the clatter of trays, animated conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter as students gathered for lunch after a long morning of classes. I was relieved to finally sit down with Emma at a small table tucked near the back windows, hoping for at least one quiet meal away from the constant whispers and curious stares that had followed me since the relay competition. Emma smiled shyly as she arranged her food, her light brown hair falling softly around her face. For a few precious minutes, it felt peaceful just two friends sharing a simple moment in a world that had been anything but simple since I arrived. That peace shattered the moment Isabella walked into the canteen.She entered like she owned the place, surrounded by a group of her new friends confident, well-dressed girls who hung on her every word. The moment her ice-blue eyes spotted me, her expression shifted into a smug, calculated smile. She changed

The following morning, the academy granted every project group permission to spend the afternoon researching anywhere on campus. I had already planned a quiet session with Emma in the library just the two of us, books spread between us, no sharp voices or cold stares. That hope lasted less than five minutes after combat strategy class ended. Kael stopped the group in the corridor with a single look. “Splitting up will waste time,” he said flatly. “We meet in study room three after the last lecture be there.”He said it with no discussion and no request for opinions. Just an order delivered in that low, dangerous voice that expected immediate compliance. Irritation flared hot in my chest. “You’re not the school’s boss,” I said, keeping my tone even. “You don’t have authority over where I study.” Kael barely glanced at me. “If you refuse to cooperate, you’re free to fail the assignment alone.” Rowan adjusted the books under his arm and spoke calmly. “Organized groups perform

A few days after the combat assessment, the academy corridors felt unusually quiet. Most students had disappeared into club recruitment meetings, leaving the halls half-empty and strangely still. The usual rush of voices and footsteps had faded, replaced by a calm that almost felt unnatural. Emma had gone to the healing department to complete some paperwork, so I walked alone with a stack of library books balanced carefully in my arms. The weight of the volumes was comforting after the chaos of the past weeks solid, familiar, and quiet.I decided to take a shortcut through one of the older hallways, hoping to reach the library faster. The corridor was dimly lit, the afternoon sunlight filtering weakly through a few narrow, high windows. Dust motes floated in the thin beams of light. The silence felt heavier here, almost unsettling, as though the older stones remembered things the rest of the academy had forgotten. I paused near a faded tapestry to unfold the academy map Rowan had give

The academy library became increasingly crowded as the week dragged on and students rushed to finish their group assignments before the deadline. Tables were buried under stacks of books, the air thick with the rustle of pages and low, frantic whispers. Since Emma was still catching up on several lessons after recovering from the poisoning, I volunteered to spend the evening helping her study instead of diving straight into the project work.We found a quieter corner near the tall windows and spread out history texts and combat theory notes between us. Emma mixed up famous Alpha Kings with legendary warriors more than once, and every time she did, we both ended up laughing soft, genuine laughter that felt almost foreign after so many tense days. For a little while, I forgot about Isabella, the constant rumours, and even Kael. The simple act of helping a friend made the academy feel lighter.That peaceful evening ended the moment Kael, Rowan, and Adrian arrived.Kael didn’t greet anyon

The academy announced that every first-year group must complete a field assignment by collecting rare moonflowers from the restricted forest. The flowers only bloomed in the hour before sunrise, which meant we had to leave while the sky was still dark and the air still cold. Students complained under their breath about the early hour, but no one dared question the Headmaster’s orders out loud. Our group gathered near the forest edge just as the first pale light began to touch the treetops. Kael took command without waiting for permission or discussion. No one objected not even the instructors standing nearby. His reputation alone was enough. “Adrian, Rowan scout ahead and mark any dense clusters,” he ordered. “Emma, stay in the safer clearing near the path. Do not wander.” Then his emerald eyes settled on me. “You stay beside Emma. Do not slow the group down.” I folded my arms. “I’m not one of your soldiers, Kael. You don’t get to assign me like luggage.” He stepped closer