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⸻ Turning the Tide Aera realized the key to victory lay not just in power, but in strategy and deception. She allowed the rogue instructor and some operatives to advance toward a decoy nexus she had subtly prepared. As they concentrated on the false target, she unleashed a coordinated counterattack, trapping them in sigil restraints while reinforcing the true nexus. Kael led the remaining defenders in a sweeping maneuver, neutralizing intruders with precision, while students protected each other under the guidance of adaptive warding. By the early hours of the morning, the Academy had survived. The Veil’s strike was repelled, but at a cost: several wards were destabilized temporarily, some s

If Professor Valerius was no longer an option… Then maybe this was. I sat there for a long moment, staring into nothing while possibilities spun rapidly through my mind. There was only one problem. Getting out alive. This academy was practically a fortress, guards everywhere, surveillance doubled after the rogue scare. And my biggest problem was Aiden. He watched my every move. He was an obstacle I had to bypass, or I would die in this academy without getting answers or ever knowing the truth. I knew I needed help if I was going to pull this off.

Do not give them the satisfaction. “I am Headmistress Valeria Blackthorn,” the woman continued smoothly. Like she just didn't hand us death warrants. “You will attend all classes. Three absences result in execution.” A faint cry sounds from another table. “You will not commit murder on school grounds.” Interesting phrasing. “No drugs.” A beat. "Once you enter this academy, you either leave in glory or return as a fallen soldier with honors. Take your pick" Her eyes scan the hall with a satisfied smirk.

Since the day she fell off the cliff and became a vampire who had to live in the dark and survive on blood, she has learned that being kind will never get her anywhere. She had to kill others in order to survive; it was difficult and painful at first, and it made her wretch, but she could only turn into ashes if she didn't feed herself. She didn't want to die when she was given a second chance. She was even merciful enough to leave them with their bodies intact and didn't pursue Isabelle or her daughter. Weren't they supposed to express their appreciation? Vanity felt so wronged to be cast as the villain in this entire scenario. She simply defended herself and did not say anything else. How

Powerful men always care about themselves. “Most P.A.s don’t last long in this environment,” Mr Blackwood said suddenly. “I’ll try my best,” I replied, even though I wanted to say something else. I can only try him by crossing boundaries, not understanding him. If I mirror his energy, my chance of survival is around 70. A knock came, and a man entered the office. “This is Director Kade. He’ll train you officially and plan with you,” Mr Blackwood said. “Yes, sir,” I replied, turning to him. “Hello, sir. " My name is Gianne Morgan.”

I deadpanned, “I’ve witnessed first hand a fraction of its power and I would tell you your plan is meaningless.” “W-What do you mean?” “What I said. He was also harvesting souls back at Warwick.” A collective gasp followed, “Once you all are contained it will be easier to find the accomplices and put a stop to what has been terrorizing this academy. Once you leak out information like this, he will retrace and evolve.” A student asked, lost in the crowd, “How can we trust you?” “Because the man I love was the one taken from me by this monster.”

As I lay in my bunk that night, I traced the faint line of my heartbeat beneath the skin, remembering every touch, every brush, every whispered word from him. He was my enemy, my protector, my temptation, and my torment. And for the first time, I realized that no matter how carefully I played the game, no matter how perfectly I disguised myself, surviving Ironclad Academy wasn’t just about hiding who I was. It was about surviving Xander Vale. And the thought of losing that control — losing him — made my pulse race in a way that terrified and thrilled me at once.

"You see what you are to every single student in this academy? You’re a discard able play thing. A piece of meat they want to break for fun. You won’t last a day, not to talk of a semester without protection. Do you understand that?" I immediately nodded because my throat was too tight for words. But he was right. I had been foolish and naïve to think that I could ever survive this hell hole by staying invisible. If nothing changed my circumstance… then I would die here. That fact was for sure. Hot tears of fear stung my eyes but I forcefully held them back.

On the far wall hung what looked like a weapons chest, though it was currently empty. I set my bag on the bed closest to the window and sat down heavily. Riley's words echoed in my head. The first challenge takes out fifty percent of the students. Those who fail must fall under the rule of another alpha. Future alphas who fail the academy either die or return home with their status lowered, with the promise that their packs will be conquered. Everyone here was fighting for their pack, just as I was fighting for mine. The difference was, I wasn't just fighting to prove myself—I was fighting to survive long enough to avenge Joshua and protect my family from the war Donovan planned to wage.

No matter how much he disguised himself as Derrick, he would never give up his controlling ways. The ride to Werewolf Academia felt longer than I remembered. Maybe because the last time I had stepped foot there, my life had been completely different. I had been Malia then, Avan’s girlfriend and Savannah's best friend. An Omega turned beta that some people either respected or were jealous of. Now, I was just an unfamiliar face among the students, a newcomer they would whisper about.