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I pull a hoodie over my head and follow her down the hall to the headmaster’s office with a heavy sigh. The Academy has four floors and his office is on the top which normally wouldn’t be a problem except I have to walk up two flights of stairs to get there instead of just flying a few meters. There is a large space in the center of each floor that allows angels to simply fly between them. I miss my wings terribly and my heart pangs at seeing the others fly around. I desperately try to look away but my gaze keeps moving back to the flying students as we walk up the stairs. I sigh when a wall blocks them from view and forces me to turn my attention to Julie in front of me.

Poor souls, they don't know we exist; they won't even see us coming. I have studied each of the four in detail. The wolf shifter who wears his heart on his sleeve like a big, fluffy toy is the easiest target for sure, as long as I can separate him from his pack. The eagle is cunning, not so easily fooled, and he shows caution, preferring his own company, a habit I need to break, and I can be very persuasive when I need to be. The Dragon shifter will be a challenge, centuries old and wise even before my time. He has ancient magic; only time will wear down his defenses. But the one that brings a sliver of unease to the place my heart used to be is Caleb, Prince of Demons. I suppose if you look

The grounds were lit by lanterns that floated without visible support, casting everything in soft, shifting light. "Tell me," Kaine said as we walked, "what do you know about Crimson Moon Academy?" "Only what everyone knows. It's a place where humans and werewolves learn together. Where alliances are formed." "Lies," he said simply. "Pretty lies wrapped in prettier propaganda, but lies nonetheless." I said nothing, waiting. "Would you like to know the truth?" "Would you tell me if I said yes?" He laughed—a sound that was surprisingly warm. "Clever. I can see why they're interested in you."

She looked exactly like what everyone believed her to be the perfect daughter of the Alpha and Luna, the future pride of our pack. She belonged here, I was only here because of her “If we miss registration because of you, don’t expect me to forgive you,” she said without looking back. “I’m coming,” I replied quietly. She sighed in annoyance. “You always say that.” I lowered my eyes and followed, that was something I was good at, following. The moment I stepped into Alpha Academy, I understood why every young wolf dreamed of coming here. The academy was breathtaking. Ancient stone buildings surrounded the enormous courtyard, their walls covered with vines that had grown for hundreds of years.

“Now everyone should listen carefully. Only five sets were able to pass throughout the screening process. Now the Academy would resume fully, and every student is expected to take every lesson seriously, just like highschool, you all would be taught the basis of everything and it is your duty to learn. And you know what comes up after every term spent in school right?” “Yes,” we replied in unison. “And what is that?” He asked. “Exams,” we replied in unison again. “Very good, you got it right. Since the screening process has been done successfully, you all are now students of this Academy. There would be different courses, which means there would be different teachers for each course. And the

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

"Assuming we wanted to... cooperate." "Transitional government," Caspian said. "Council members who cooperated with the old system serve as advisors, not rulers. New leadership is elected by all residents—vampire, human, and dhampir alike. Blood contracts are abolished. Servants become students or teachers or staff with actual rights and pay. The academy transforms from a vampire-only institution to a place where all three groups can learn together." "That's chaos," Magnus said. But he didn't sound angry anymore. Just exhausted. "Complete upheaval of everything we've built."

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.

This power in me could have combusted at any point, killing everyone around me. "How can I control this power?" "By taking classes at Divine Academy, we teach young demigods with divine affinities how to master their powers. This school is a safe place to learn control and etiquette and help you find your place in this world." The Headmaster says, walking towards his desk, grabbing a file of papers, and handing them to me. "This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union."

Somehow… Those four words seemed to say everything I hadn’t known how to put into sentences. I looked at both of them. “So…” I clapped my hands together once. “What are we waiting for?” They both looked at me. “If your father mentioned someone who might know something…” I stood up. “Then let’s go find him.” The academy library was quieter than usual. Tall shelves stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of books that smelled faintly of leather and old papers. We made our way toward the front desk. An older woman looked up from the ledger she was organizing. Round spectacles rested low on her nose. She smiled politely. “Good morning.”