Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold
The sudden noise made everyone jump, their heads snapping toward the doorway.
And there she was.
Malia.
She stood tall, her chin lifted defiantly, her eyes blazing with determination.
“I’m here to expose the truth,” she announced, her voice strong and unwavering.
The room erupted into murmurs, the pack leaders exchanging wary glances.
My mother’s expression hardened, her composure slipping. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, her voice cold and venomous.
Malia stepped forward, her gaze locked onto my mother’s. “I know your secret,” she said, her tone steady. “And if you don’t let me talk to Asher, I’ll make sure everyone here knows it too.”
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