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he said quietly. "How should I figure it out when I don't even know what's going on?! You were supposed to be my teacher. Aren't you here to make things less difficult for me? The teachers I know in Greystone Falls always explain details to the understanding of their students!" I said, my voice loud, since he already said no one can hear us. "Firstly, this is Velmora and not Greystone Falls. Secondly, this academy isn't a normal school like the ones in Greystone Falls. Be patient, and the answers you badly want will come to you," he said.

Chapter 68: Slow Recovery Nico sat on the edge of the massive bed in Elara’s suite, the silky black sheets cool against his palms. His head still pounded like a drum, and every bruise on his ribs and face throbbed in time with his heartbeat. The room felt too luxurious—too clean, too warm, too safe—to be real. He remembered BludHeaven Academy. He remembered the rumors about it accepting scholarship students every year—humans trying to integrate with vampires post-Accords.

"Use what we've taught you. But adapt it to your circumstances. Some of you will change your packs openly. Others will work invisibly. Some will leave hostile environments. Others will infiltrate them. All approaches are valid if they keep you alive and moving forward." My voice was fading. Kaden squeezed my hand supportively. "Most importantly, remember that you're not alone. You have network of three thousand alumni. Twenty three academies. Established support systems. When you struggle, ask for help. When you succeed, share your methods. When you fail, learn and try differently. Stay connected. Stay strategic. Stay alive." I had to sit down. Couldn't stand any longer. "The academy will co

That goggles deserves it! ********* I tap my foot on the wooden floor, the satin of the bedsheet crushing under my nails. How will I save Alex? How? The door opens and Tessa marches in, breathing heavily. I frown. "Hey, what's wrong?" Tessa looks at me and exhales. "You won't believe. I walljed into the canteen to get some food and got back here but I didn't find you. Neither could I find Alex. So I walked back to the canteen and overhead a group of students talking about the bi-weekly contest. They talked about how deady it is. Rumors are that many students in the contest get lost and never get found. And the academy dosebt take any responsibility for it. Because its stated in the rulebook

I answered, thankful that was all he seemed to notice. "That's a long way from here," Alec noted, a hint of curiosity in his voice. I shrugged, "Yeah, well, there aren't exactly schools like this down there." Alec nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. My new life at IronCrest Academy had truly begun with its unique challenges...and my carefully guarded secret. And those challenges just got exponentially more complicated.

With superhearings, everything seemed to be at your ear's disposal. "Welcome back, Vesper," Rosemary, one of the Restaurant's waiters, grinned. She moved in for a hug, which I accepted, and then her eyes flickered to Kelani. Rose was a werewolf as well. In fact, she was one of the alumni of the academy. Many of the students in the academy had nowhere else to go after finishing their studies. They were orphans or just abandoned kids by their parents after the latter realized they had special abilities. So, the Academy had made a special spot for those and anyone who intended to stay instead of going to the real world to explore other possibilities.

he paused, his piercing gaze locking onto mine, “will not be responsible for what happens to you.” My heart skipped a beat. “And I’m sure your parents wouldn’t care enough to complain,” he added, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Would they?” My breath hitched in my throat. How did he... know? A sudden realization chilled me to the core. Kieran. Mr. Winters leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk. “This academy isn’t built for martyrs, Miss Stone. It’s constructed for survivors. Those who know when to stand firm and when to yield. I suggest you make a choice—”

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

Mist clung to the broad woodland surrounding it, thick enough to cover anythingwolves, shadows, maybe even bodies. My pulse was hammered. “This looks like a haunted castle, not a school.” The tall man’s mouth twisted in a humorless smile. “That’s because this place doesn’t teach the living. It trains survivors.” My throat is dry. I murmured, “And if I don’t survive?” The younger agent with the disconcerting blue eyes leaned closer, too close. His breath ghosted over my ear. “Then you’ll be food.” I flinched, but the woman silenced him with a harsh glare before opening the car door. “Rory Hale. Welcome to Obsidian Academy.”

He had dark curls, green eyes, and a calm smile that carried no pity. “Miss Vale?” I looked at him. “I’m Adrian Bellini. My family funds part of Professor Shaw’s closed project. She asked me to make sure you got back safely.” I remembered Professor Shaw mentioning the Bellini family once during a project meeting, but I had never met him before. “Hello, Mr. Bellini,” I said. Behind me, Dante did not follow. This time, I did not look back. The car door opened. Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim.