Part two: Chapter 1

GAZELLE'S POV

Wolverine academy.

A breeding house for strays and rogues.

It harbored the worst kind of criminals. Murderers, thieves, psychopaths, every possible thing you can think of.

Contrary to its name, it wasn't a school or an academic institution. It was where the weak were forced to become strong, and the strong became stronger.

It was just a place that protected us from being alone and unsafe. A place that provided us with food, shelter, and, dare I say, family.

Six years in the academy and it would be decided whether you were fit to belong to the pack or to be cast out to create space for others.

It wasn't for the faint-hearted.

Certainly not for a wolf like me.

I was an omega wolf who lived in the woods all her life with no family or friends. I practically raised myself, as absurd as that may sound and two months ago, during a raid, I was caught in the middle of a crossfire and brought here.

I hated the place.

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