All Chapters of Wolf Academy: The Silver Blood: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Something had changed in architecture class. For the first time since arriving at Wolf Academy, I noticed it before I even sat down. People were looking at me. That wasn't new. What was new was that some of them actually smiled. A girl from the row behind me lifted her hand in greeting. Another student moved his bag without hesitation when I passed his table. Apparently, designing one decent building was enough to upgrade me from mysterious human nobody wanted near themto mysterious human who might actually be useful.Progress, I supposed. I placed my drawing tube on the table and sat beside Rafael."Morning."He looked up from his notes. His white shirt was rolled to his forearms again, and a few strands of dark hair had fallen over his forehead. His golden eyes moved over my face for a second."You slept."I stared at him."Is that a question?""An observation.""Then you're wrong."The corner of his mouth lifted."You look better than yesterday.""That's a very polite way of saying

“Put that book back.”I nearly dropped it. I turned so quickly that the edge of the shelf dug into my shoulder. Isara stood behind me with her arms crossed. Her expression was unreadable.“I wasn’t stealing it.”One of her eyebrows lifted.“You were holding it behind a bookshelf.”“I found it behind a bookshelf.”“That is not the same thing?”“It feels very different from my side.”Her gaze dropped to the book in my hands. Then to the amulet resting against my chest. For the first time since I had met her, Isara looked genuinely unsettled. Only for a second. Then the expression vanished.“Give it to me.”I hesitated.“Why?”“Violet.”That was enough. I handed it over. Isara held the silver book carefully, almost reverently.“Some books are hidden for a reason.”“Then whoever hid this one did a terrible job.”She gave me a long look. I pointed toward the cover.“It has the same symbol as my amulet.”“I can see that.”“So what does it mean?”Silence. Of course. I was beginning to think

The glass shattered in Matteo's hand. I stared at him. For a second, he didn't move. Then he looked down at the broken pieces as though he was just as surprised as everyone else.“Matteo?”His eyes lifted to mine. Rafael's hand was still resting against my waist. Matteo noticed. Of course he did. He placed what remained of the glass onto a passing tray and started walking toward us.“Is he bleeding?” I whispered.Rafael barely glanced at him.“He'll heal.”“That wasn't my question.”Before Rafael could answer, Matteo stopped in front of us. His usual smile had returned.“May I cut in?”“No.”I turned my head toward Rafael.“I think you're supposed to let me answer.”His golden eyes dropped to mine.“Were you going to say yes?”“I don't know.”Matteo smiled.“See? That's why we ask the lady.”Rafael finally removed his hand from my waist. Slowly. Very slowly. Matteo noticed that too.“Besides,” Matteo continued, “she promised me a dance.”“I did not.”His eyebrows rose.“You said maybe

Rafael hadn't texted me. Normally, I wouldn't have cared. Except normally, a boy didn't kiss me twice and then disappear after receiving a phone call about his grandfather. After Laura's call, everything had happened quickly. Rafael had apologized, told me he needed to speak to his family, and left the celebration. I hadn't stopped him. Whatever was happening was clearly serious. Still, by morning, I had checked my phone more times than I wanted to admit. Nothing. I shoved it into my bag.“He has a family emergency,” I muttered to myself. “Stop being ridiculous.”I headed toward my first class. Halfway across the courtyard, I heard footsteps behind me. I moved aside, expecting someone to pass. No one did. The footsteps continued. I glanced back. Students crossed the courtyard in small groups, but nobody

Rafael was already in class when I arrived. I stopped in the doorway. There he was. After an entire night of checking my phone far more often than I was willing to admit, he was sitting in his usual seat as if he hadn't kissed me twice and then disappeared. He looked tired. Really tired. His hair was messier than usual, and faint shadows rested beneath his eyes. But he was here. His golden eyes found mine. I walked toward him and dropped my bag beside the empty chair.“So you're alive.”“Apparently.”I sat down.“Good to know.”I reached for my notebook. Rafael reached for my chair.“What are you—”He pulled. The legs scraped across the floor as my entire chair slid toward him.“Rafael!”By the time he stopped, my chair was practically touching his. I stared at him.“Did you seriously just move me?”“You were too far away.”I looked at the tiny distance between where my chair had been and where it was now.“I was sitting right next to you.”“Not close enough.”Oh. Before I could think