Leo Greenhouse Academy Novels & Stories

Leo unlocks it with the spare key he somehow always has on him. Inside are piles of tools, hammers, nails, saws, tarps, ropes, everything used for maintenance and class projects. Leo whistles. “Okay. Now this is my moment to shine.” He grabs an enormous toolbox like it is a lunch bag. Cole and I pick out more manageable supplies, drills, gloves, rope coils, spare tarps. I tuck an extra pair of gloves into my bag, thinking of Alaric rummaging through charred wood and broken beams. My chest tightens.

she mumbled without lifting her head. "Oh," Eden nervously rubbed his neck and straightened his back against the couch. Leo never accompanied his classmates on excursions as his parents couldn't afford them. They had to take care of the house and electricity bills and their college fees. They couldn't save more money for him. "Everyone is going but me." Leo pouted, and it broke Eden's heart to see his eyes watering. Eden cleared his throat, "Where are they going?" he calmly asked. "To a farm," Leo replied, "To see animals and play with them."

Leo said with a bemused smile. “Is that the palace?” I asked, pointing to the structure in the distance. “Yes,” Leo replied, taking my hand. “These are the palace gardens. The pack village is behind the palace. There’s a small pond to the left that way.” He pointed off to the left. “The warrior training grounds are to the right. The royal grounds are also home to the Royal Werewolf School. It’s tucked away behind the palace, with the other pack houses and the dormitories. We’re quite proud of the school,” Leo said. “Wolves come from packs all around to attend it.”