All Chapters of Eclipse Academy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mr. Wilson’s POV The academy always felt different before the first class of the day. The hallways were quieter. Conversations hadn’t yet grown into the usual morning chaos, and for a few precious minutes the entire building seemed to breathe before thousands of students filled every corner. I unlocked my classroom, stepped inside, and quietly closed the door behind me. My eyes drifted toward the office tucked behind the classroom. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same golden mark resting against Angela’s neck and the way Xavier’s mark had answered it without either of them realizing what was happening. The test had confirmed everything. That much I no longer questioned. Crossing the room, I slipped into my office and lowered myself into the chair behind my desk. My hand found the worn leather journal resting exactly where I’d left it yesterday. Page after page contained names, dates, sketches, and observations collected over centuries. My eyes skimmed

Xavier’s POV The office fell silent. This silence carried too much weight. Angela sat beside me, her fingers still wrapped around mine while her other hand rested on the journal Mr. Wilson had slid across the desk. She hadn’t opened it. She hadn’t even looked at it again. She just stared straight ahead, completely lost. Mr. Wilson rose from behind his desk. For a brief moment, I thought he might say something else. He didn’t. His part in this was over. Without another word, he walked out of the office through the classroom door, leaving the two of us alone. I looked down at Angela. She hadn’t moved. “Come on,” I said softly, giving her hand the gentlest tug. “Let’s go.” Nothing. She remained exactly where she was, her eyes fixed on nothing at all. I waited another second. Still nothing. It finally hit me. She wasn’t refusing. She simply couldn’t make herself move. Slowly, I bent down in front of her. “I’m taking you to my room.” She finally blinked. Her eyes lifted to mine for

Angela’s POV A sharp burning sensation shot through the side of my neck, dragging me out of a deep sleep. I winced and instinctively reached up, pressing my fingers against the aching skin beneath my ear. The pain slowly eased into a dull throb. I let out a slow breath before opening my eyes. The first thing I saw was a pair of familiar green eyes staring back at me. Xavier. I knew it was him. The corner of my mouth lifted into a sleepy smile before my brain had fully caught up with the moment. He smiled back. “How are you feeling?” His voice was soft enough that it barely rose above a whisper. “You gave us a scare.” I frowned slightly. “Us?” A loud groan came from somewhere across the room. My attention shifted over Xavier’s shoulder. Steph and Silas. They were both sitting at the table only a few feet away. Steph offered me an awkward little wave. Silas… Silas was absentmindedly scratching at the side of his neck. Not just scratching though. Rubbing it. Almost the exact same w

Xavier’s POV I couldn’t take my eyes off Silas’s neck. Just moments ago, he’d been complaining about an itch. Now… It wasn’t just an itch. It wasn’t a rash at all. It was a crest. I stepped closer before I even realized I’d moved. “Hold still.” Silas frowned. “What?” “I said hold still.” I rolled my eyes. He looked at me like I’d lost my mind but stayed where he was. I leaned in, studying the mark. It had only just finished forming. The lines were sharp and elegant, as though someone had carefully carved them beneath his skin instead of branding them there. My stomach tightened. There they were. The wings. Ancient Fae wings. The same graceful wings woven into my own crest. Only… The center was different. Where mine bore the dragon wrapped in flames, Silas’s carried a pair of elegant fangs resting between those same wings. It wasn’t identical. But it belonged to the same design. I shook my head. No… That wasn’t possible. I slowly reached up, brushing my own fingers over the side

Xavier’s POV The moment Darius turned around in his seat, my attention locked onto him. I had already watched him make his way across the classroom, flirting with every girl he passed as though he had known them for years. He had winked at more than one, thrown a few charming words their way, and even stopped long enough to flirt with Steph before taking the only empty seat in the back. Then he’d looked at Angela. He’d called her beautiful. Perfect. I hadn’t missed a single word. Now he was sitting directly in front of me, turned halfway around in his chair, his eyes fixed on Angela as though everyone else in the room had disappeared. My jaw tightened. Blaze stirred immediately. “He shouldn’t be looking at her like that.” I glanced down at our hands resting together on the desk. My fingers were still wrapped around hers, something that had become so natural that I hadn’t even thought about it until Darius walked through the door. He had though. His eyes kept dropping to our hand