Werewolf Academy
Screams—both human and werewolf—pierce the air, tangled with the primal howls of those who have already shifted, those who are fighting, those who are fleeing.
But none of it feels real. None of it makes sense.
I rip my gaze away from the mirror, stumbling back. Except I don’t stumble—I move with a frightening grace, my limbs responding in ways they never have before. My ears twitch at the slightest sounds—footsteps pounding, weapons clashing, frantic orders being shouted. Beyond the academy walls, I hear them—the humans, furious, rallying, their voices thick with hatred and venom.
Monsters.
That’s what they’re calling us. They want to break down the doors, tear us apart. And if they get in…