All Chapters of Wolf Academy: The Silver Blood: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“She is mine too.”I stared at Matteo. For several seconds, I was certain I had heard him wrong. The courtyard around us was still covered in the remains of a fight. Three men had attacked us. Rafael was bleeding. Silver dust marked the stone where two of the attackers had disappeared and somehow, Matteo had managed to make himself the most confusing thing in front of me.“What?”His golden eyes remained on mine.“You heard me.”“Yes. Unfortunately, I did.”I looked at Rafael. He wasn't looking at me. He was staring at Matteo. There was something dangerous in his expression.“Take it back.”Matteo raised an eyebrow.“Why?”“Because she isn't yours.”“I didn't say she was.”I blinked.“You literally just did.”Matteo finally looked at me.“I said my wolf thinks you are.”“Oh. Well, that's much better.”His mouth twitched. I pointed at him.“No smiling. Explain.”“I can't.”“Try.”“I already told you what happened.”“No. You announced ownership of me in the middle of a courtyard.”“My w

I had discovered something important about the library. People whispered less there. Not because they had suddenly lost interest in me. Apparently even gossip had respect for books. I had spent most of the morning pretending not to notice people looking at me. The human between two Alphas.I hated that one most. Mostly because I'd heard it four times before lunch. I turned another page of my notes and tried to concentrate. Architecture. Something normal. Something that didn't involve invisible attackers, wolves claiming me, or half the academy suddenly caring about who I had coffee with. I stared at the same paragraph for almost a minute. Nothing stayed in my head.“That's upside down.”I looked up. Rafael stood on the other side of the table. I looked down at the book. It wasn't upside down. “No, it isn't.”“I know.”I narrowed my eyes.“Was that a test?”“You looked like you needed to think about something else.”“I was thinking about something else.”“You've been staring at the sa

I should have known something was wrong when Professor Arden smiled. He never smiled before practical classes. Usually, he walked into the room looking as though every student had personally disappointed him before the lesson had even started. Today, he smiled. That was suspicious.“Bags against the wall,” he announced. “Teams of three.”A collective groan moved through the room. Professor Arden's smile widened. Definitely suspicious. Anna touched my arm.“Us?”“Obviously.”We had taken exactly one step toward each other when Professor Arden spoke again.“I choose the teams.”Anna stopped. Names began filling the board. Three students at a time. I searched for mine. Then found it.Violet.Good. My eyes moved right.Rafael Valerian.Oh. Then farther right.Matteo Morvane.Oh, no. Someone behind me laughed. Someone else whispered,“This should be interesting.”I closed my eyes. Of course. Why wouldn't it be? I looked toward Rafael. He was already staring at the board. Then at Matteo. Ma

I had not planned to go to Luca’s garden. That was becoming a pattern. The first time, I had wandered into it by accident. The second time, curiosity had won. This time, I blamed Rafael. Not because he had done anything. Which was almost worse.Do you want me to say it?The sentence had been stuck in my head since yesterday. Every time I managed to stop thinking about it, my brain helpfully replayed the way he'd looked at me when he said it. Rafael had been jealous. Rafael wanted me. Probably. I groaned.“This is ridiculous.”A bird flew away from a nearby branch.“Sorry.”I had apparently reached the point where I apologized to wildlife. Excellent. I kept walking. Only when I saw the old stone wall did I realize where my feet had taken me. Luca's garden. I stopped. The entrance was half hidden behind climbing plants, exactly as I remembered it. Technically, I probably shouldn't go inside. Then again, Luca had already found me here before and I had survived. That was basically permiss

By lunchtime, I had learned two things. First, I could still hear heartbeats. Second, pretending I couldn't was exhausting. The third thing I was actively trying not to think about. The locked door. The heartbeat behind it and the voice that had whispered my name. I had done exactly what any intelligent person would do after hearing an unknown voice behind a locked door in a school where people had recently tried to kidnap me. I had run. Not screamed. Not panicked. Run. There was a difference. Then I'd found Luca. By the time we returned, the door was still locked. Luca opened it. The room was empty. Of course it was. No windows. No second door. No hidden passage that either of us could find. Nothing. Just an old storage room filled with shelves, boxes, and enough dust to prove nobody had been using it recently. Luca had searched everything. I had stood in the doorway listening. No heartbeat. No breathing. Nothing. So now I had another mystery. Because apparently I hadn't collected eno