Novel & Cerita Academy 183

"We adapt. The Academy Trials are in two weeks. After that, the remaining problems will solve themselves." Academy Trials. The final competition that determined which students would graduate with full honors and which would be sent home with basic certifications. The trials that could make or break a future Alpha's reputation. "And if they don't solve themselves?" Lander asked. Professor Aldrin's smile was cold enough to freeze blood. "Then we ensure they do." The conversation was wrapping up. I needed to get back to my table before they discovered me eavesdropping. I crept back through the stacks as quietly as possible, slipping into my chair just as footsteps approached from the deeper arc

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

"8 prompts, the Academy restaurant. Wear anything, and I am looking forward to seeing you." "I'm not," I said, but I doubted he heard, or maybe he did and didn't care. "The Academy restaurant," Riley whispered. "That's the best spot on school grounds, Kelani. Shit, he's trying to take you to somewhere classy. What would he do if you agreed to be his?"

" The two started walking leaving the study. Oh, of course I'll come along. Alex only replied to me with his pouting face when he realized I was following him from behind, but he didn't tell me to come back. We walked towards the dimly lit backyard of the garden lights because it was already night. Many Pack members gathered in this place, I could see Reagan, Uncle Brent, Annelise, even Dane who was supposed to be studying out of town was also present in this place. He waved briefly at me when he realized our arrival.

His well-built, muscular body and fierce brown eyes made him a chick magnet, no surprise since he was one of the best athletes in the Academy. "What kind of video?" Melchor asked, pulling out his phone and instantly opening the Lexington Academy Platform App, searching through the trending section. The Lexington Academy, one of the top institutions for higher education in the country, had its own social media platform akin to F******k, Twitter, and I*******m. It featured all student activities, Academy information, news, and more.

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

The academy was just as magnificent as Evercrest, perched on a hill and surrounded by a dense forest. Graycrown Academy. They say it's the best academy in the world—well, in the werewolf world, that is. The car passed through a tightly guarded gate and parked in the massive front courtyard. I could see a crowd of students in various uniforms scattered around in groups. Seeing so many potential competitors made me extremely nervous. Luna Dawn and Alpha Jace stepped out first, followed by the other selected students and me.

"This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union." I open the file and look at my schedule. I have Sparring, Angelic & Demonic History, Magical Studies, and Magical Enhancement. The classes seemed interesting enough, I turned the next page, and my eyes widened, my eyebrows almost shooting off my head. "Umm, Headmaster Simmins, where did this money come from?" "Ah yes," He said, glancing over my shoulder and looking at the page I was on. "That is a monthly stipend provided by the Academy; we want to ensure that our students never go without."

"I'm fine. I just don't want to be alone here." I believe the last part. It's the first part I'm not sure about. "She comes," I say to Draven. He doesn't argue. We move through the corridor in a strange formation — Draven ahead, Marcus appearing from nowhere to fall in beside him, Maya next to me, Elena just behind. The academy at night is a different building than the academy in daylight. The stone breathes differently. The lights in the hallway are lower, and the shadows they leave are the kind that could contain anything.

The academy was vibrant and alive with possibilities, filled with students who embraced their differences and thrived in their own unique ways. “What about classes?” I asked, glancing at my uncle. “What do we actually learn here?” “Ah, that’s where Windamere truly shines,” he said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “You’ll have classes that cover everything from elemental magic to the history of supernatural creatures, self-defense, and even arts that involve emotional expression—like music and painting. The curriculum is designed to harness each student’s abilities and prepare them for the challenges they might face.” I nodded, excitement bubbling within me. “And what about sports or extracurri