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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Warrant
NinaI felt my heartbeat in my throat.The moment the front door creaked open and I caught a glimpse of the men in dark grey uniforms, I knew Ronin had sent his personal hounds. These weren’t ordinary patrol guards. They moved like they’d been bred for this—sniffing out secrets and dragging people away in silence.There were three of them. One tall and lean, the other stocky with a scar running down his jaw, and the third—he had the dead eyes of a man who’d been doing this job for too long.As soon as they stepped into the living room, the sniffing began.Literally.They tilted their heads slightly, nostrils flaring like bloodhounds, the way Lycans did when they were chasing scent trails. My stomach dropped. I could feel Asher behind the door in my room, still as a statue, his heartbeat wild and thumping so loud I was scared they might hear it.But then—Pssshhhh.My mom clicked on the fragrance dispenser she’d installed by the front door, and a fresh, heavy cloud of vanilla blossom f
Last Updated : 2025-04-16Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The Bus
NinaThe ride was silent. I sat between two guards in the back of the black armored van. The windows were tinted to the point of uselessness. I had no idea where they were taking me.At first, I assumed it’d be the regular interrogation hall in Lycone’s administrative tower. But then we passed it. We kept driving, deeper into a part of town that most students never had any reason to venture into.Then the vehicle slowed, pulled through a narrow underground checkpoint, and rolled to a stop.A cold wave washed over me as I was escorted down a sterile hallway—white walls, white floors, no sounds except for the buzz of distant lighting. This wasn’t standard procedure.This was off-record.I was led into a small interrogation room with a single table and two chairs. One of the guards opened the door, and I stepped in.And froze.Sitting in the chair across from me was a man I hadn’t seen in months. One I had almost convinced myself was dead.Banes. Beta Banes.Alpha Ian's former beta. He
Last Updated : 2025-04-16Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Delusions
NinaI clenched my fists under the table, my nails digging into the soft flesh of my palms, and focused on the rhythm of my breathing—anything to keep my face still. Anything to stop the wave building inside of me from spilling out.But Banes was relentless.He didn’t shout. He didn’t threaten. He just kept talking in that calm, maddening voice, slicing through my defenses like a scalpel.“It’s weird that you would be so excited to scree someone over. But I get it. You were so eager to get rid of Asher's new obsession.” “What?” “It's okay Nina. I get it. It's painful, isn’t it?” he murmured, folding his arms as he leaned back in his chair across from me. “Loving someone who doesn’t look your way. Who never will.”I didn’t respond.He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I know how hard it must be… carrying that kind of love. That obsession. Especially now that it’s public knowledge.”My throat tightened, and my jaw ached from clenching it so hard.“You’ve always been the one in
Last Updated : 2025-04-16Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Malia
Nina I had barely moved since Banes left the room. My mind was spiraling. Regret was a bitter taste on my tongue, heavier than anything I’d ever swallowed. I had slipped. Badly. The silence in the interrogation room was suffocating, and my heart hadn't stopped racing.I wanted to believe it was just a mistake. A moment of weakness. But the look on Banes’ face when I said Asher’s name…I knew better.The door creaked open again.I didn’t look up, not at first. But then I heard his boots.And my heart sank further.Banes stepped in, alone this time, and walked over with the patience of someone who already believed he’d won.“You really should’ve been more careful, Nina,” he said, his tone almost disappointed. “If you were so dead set on helping him, you should’ve made sure no one could trace it back to you.”I said nothing. My nails were digging crescents into my palms again.He sat down, folding his arms on the table. “It had to be you,” he said softly. “The way you spoke about Asher.
Last Updated : 2025-04-17Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Lia
MaliaI blinked up at the cold white light above me, my limbs sluggish, my mind still fogged from… something. I had no clue how I got here. My last memory was of Derrick pulling me aside after we barely escaped the guards—his grip a little too tight, his smile a little too fake.And now, I was here.The room I was in had a single table, two chairs, and a silence so thick it hummed in my ears. The walls were off-white, scratched up in places, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. I was stunned. Shocked, even. I expected Jude to be the one to drag me off, or maybe even the Council themselves—but instead, I was in what looked like an interrogation facility. Completely alone.What the hell happened?The door clicked open, pulling my attention sharply.A woman walked in—early forties maybe, with piercing dark eyes and a disarmingly warm smile. She didn’t look like someone who belonged in a place like this. She looked like she should be serving tea at a book club, not walki
Last Updated : 2025-04-17Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The pill
MaliaShe was filthy—her blond hair caked with dirt, her blue eyes glassy and unfocused. Her skin was pale, lips cracked, her limbs thin and shaking. But there was no denying it: she looked exactly like Lia Yewell. The real one.My heart plummeted.She blinked at me as though I were a ghost. She swayed on her feet and clutched the wall for support.“What…” I whispered, turning slowly to Rhedd. “What is this?”“She was found yesterday in a locked facility just outside the capital,” Rhedd said gently. “Barely alive. Delirious. And clearly drugged for a long time. We think someone kept her hidden while using her identity for someone else.”I turned back to the girl. She was staring at me now, wide-eyed.I couldn’t speak. I just stood there, frozen, watching this sick, trembling version of the girl I pretended to be. The real Lia.When Jude forced me to be Lia, I told Jude I wouldn't cooperate if he had to hurt the girl or kill the person whose identity I was to take and be promised that
Last Updated : 2025-04-17Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The man you loved.
Malia“Like I said before, all you have to do,” he said again, voice deceptively soft, “is tell them Nina deceived you. That she tricked you into helping her break Asher out.”I scoffed, shaking my head. “And you really think they’ll believe that?”“Oh, Banes will,” he said too quickly. Too confidently. It made me pause.“Why?” I asked. “Why are you so sure, Jude?”He smiled, but it wasn’t the charming kind. It was the smile of a man who knew something no one else did—a weapon he hadn’t revealed yet. “Don’t worry about that,” he said.I stared at him, my chest tightening with unease. “What are you going to do to my parents?” I asked quietly. “Since I’ve apparently… ‘messed up.’”He tilted his head slowly. That same smile faltered just a little, and then he studied me with a new sharpness. “That’s a very specific concern.”My heart thudded, but I forced myself to look bored. “What else is there to care about?”Jude crossed his arms. “Funny. For someone who knows the fate that befalls h
Last Updated : 2025-04-21Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Lost it
MaliaRonin’s grip on my hand was warm and steady, but my insides were in complete chaos.He didn’t say a word as he led me through the hallway, his pace brisk, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious, but not at me—at everything. At Banes. At the silence. At the confusion. At whatever was wrong and twisted in this place.When we got to his office, he opened the door and let me in first, then shut it quietly behind us.He turned to face me, those amber eyes of his searching my face like they were trying to pry the truth out of me before I even spoke.“Tell me,” he said, his voice low. “Tell me the truth.”I froze.I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to tell someone. But I didn’t know if it was the right thing. What if Rhedd was playing me? What if telling Ronin only made everything worse? What if it put him in danger?I remembered the way she looked at me just before Ronin took my hand. Not a word spoken, just a nod. Subtle. Reassuring. She didn’t need to say anything. Her eyes told
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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Always be mine
AsherThe sun began to rise.The golden light washed over the field like a mercy none of us deserved. It touched the broken, the bloodied, and the dead. Too many. Faces I’d known. Names I’d grown up with.The Reece mages dropped one by one, barely able to stand. Their magic was gone—sacrificed to stop one man.Rhedd clutched her stomach, pale and shaking, her magic burned out like a candle in wind.The wolves—those still standing—shifted back. Naked, bruised, and dazed. They looked at me like they didn’t know what to feel.And then I turned and saw him.Ronin.He was bloodied, bruised, still limping from what Jude had done to him. But his eyes were sharp. Watchful.He walked toward me, the others parting in his path.He stopped a few feet away, lifting his chin.“So,” he said, voice raw. “Now what?”I didn’t answer right away.“I know what you think of me,” he continued. “And I don’t blame you. But I pledged because it was the only way to win. That doesn’t mean I—” He hesitated, jaw c
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Calm
AsherJude was just a man. Twisted, obsessed, and broken. A shell of the force that had terrified every wolf and Lycan under the moon. And I wasn’t sure killing him would be victory… or vengeance.Should I kill him? Is that the answer?Behind me, I heard Rhedd cry out, pulling me out of my thoughts.“Keep him still!” one of the Reece mages shouted.They circled Malia where she lay floating in the air and then slowly brought her to the ground. They were unraveling the last of the threads Jude had embedded inside her. Magic that pulsed and bucked like it didn’t want to let go.“He used her like a damn conduit,” Rhedd muttered. “If we don’t cut it clean—”“He’ll pull her soul out with it,” another finished.I didn’t take my eyes off Jude. His breath hitched. His gaze was unfocused, but when it landed on me, I saw something strange flicker behind his eyes.Fear.Not because he was about to die.But because he wasn’t in control anymore.“You think this fixes anything?” he rasped, coughing
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The answer
AsherWhile everyone else was unable to move. Ronin had it worse. His bones cracked—loud enough that even the stunned silence couldn’t hide the sound. I watched him fall to his knees, coughing up blood. His spine jerked one way, then the other, like it was trying to twist him into something unrecognizable. Something wrong.“Damn you,” Ronin hissed through clenched teeth. “I’ll kill you… I swear, I’ll—”But Jude just smiled and raised two fingers. Another wave of agony surged through Ronin, folding his body like a puppet whose strings had snapped.No one moved.Corey. Jamie. Rhedd. Everyone stood frozen in place, either physically or emotionally. Shock. Despair. Fear.Except me. I didn’t flinch and unlike everyone else, I wasn't unable to move. I just stood still because… well… I was stunned by all that had happened. But for some reason, Jude's magic wasn't working on me.Jude turned to me slowly, his eyes glowing like coals.“You’re quiet,” he said. “But you always were a little slowe
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Everyone will die
AsherI felt it before I saw it.A deep hum tore through the battlefield like a pulse from the earth’s core. The ground cracked beneath us, vibrating with something ancient and wrong. My body stilled, instincts taking over. Every wolf on our side growled low, confused. Even Ronin, standing opposite me with blood on his hands and a twisted glare in his eyes, paused mid-strike.And then it happened.The earth opened up and Jude rose from it, Malia by his side.He wasn’t walking.He was floating—levitating above the dirt like he belonged to another realm. Malia hovered next to him, limp but breathing, her hair weightless in the still air. Streams of energy—magic—flowed from her into his hands like threads being woven. Her face looked drained, pale, as though the life was being siphoned out of her bit by bit.I froze.This couldn’t be real. I heard he was confined and starving in the same cell that I had been locked in. But he was here.And he wasn’t just alive—he was drawing magic from
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Time to Die
AsherThe moon was full and heavy in the sky, throwing pale light over the open field ahead. My boots pressed into the soft earth as I looked over the line of soldiers behind me—my father’s secret elite, all in wolf form, silent and still. Every one of them had trained for this night, and still, we were outnumbered.Four packs stood against us—Sky, Storm, Range, and Lycone. Wolves I had once thought would always be loyal to me. Jamie and Corey - Brothers I had fought with. Now they stood across from me with their teeth bared and claws ready, all of them backing the one who took what was mine.Ronin.He stood on the ridge ahead of us, arms folded, his wolf just beneath the surface because he wouldn't turn. He didn't need to. He was a Lycan. Day or night didn't matter for Lycans to shift. He didn’t look tense. He looked smug, like he already believed this battle was over. I mean, with me being outnumbered, he was probably right.I exhaled through my nose. My heartbeat was steady. I did
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The War
MaliaI didn’t breathe.Not for a full minute after Ronin said those words.Asher Mendoza is alive.I stood there, frozen beneath the branches of the old silverwood tree. Just moments ago, I’d been smiling faintly at the way Ronin had grumbled about paperwork. Just hours ago, I’d kissed him without shame in front of his guards.And now, my world has split in half.He was alive.My Asher.The one I had mourned in silence. The one I had cursed the stars for taking too soon. The one whose name I had stopped speaking, not because I forgot—but because remembering hurt too much.I had let him go.And now he was back.Ronin didn’t look at me. His entire body was taut, rage pouring off of him in waves as he crumpled the letter in his fist.“He dares to ask me to step down,” he growled, pacing. “After everything I’ve done—after the unity I’ve forged? The peace I’ve built? He wants to come back from the dead and reclaim what he abandoned?”His eyes flicked toward me at last. And the moment he s
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Birthright
MaliaIt had been almost a year.A full cycle of moons since I stood before the altar in a dress that felt like a cage and pledged myself to a man I did not love. A year of silent dinners, of shared quarters and unshared sheets. A year of waking up beside someone who looked at me like I was a world he couldn’t touch.Ronin had not once tried.He had kissed my cheek in public, taken my hand at royal events, and always ensured I had a personal guard at my side. He gave me space. Respect. But not once had he laid a single finger on me—not without my permission.And that restraint… it had become unbearable.Tonight, the weight of it collapsed on me.I sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the hearth’s dying flames. My nightgown clung to my skin in the low firelight, and my chest ached with something I hadn’t let myself name in months.“Just accept it, Malia,” Rhedd had told me only hours ago, his voice quiet but final. “He’s not coming back. If Asher was alive, he would’ve come by now.”
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Storm pack
AsherThe moon was high the night I met with Nina’s parents. I had to meet them since I now knew the truth. They were the only ones I could trust. We gathered in the ruins of the old Northern chapel, a place sacred enough to keep secrets buried but strong enough to host rebellion. I didn’t ask how they got in contact with me—they always had a way to do things discreetly. Nina’s father, Nathan, regarded me with the tired eyes of a man who had carried the truth for too long.“He told us this day would come,” he said. “Ian prepared. We kept his will safe. And we kept his soldiers even safer.”From the shadows, they stepped forward—silent, deadly, focused. Wolves in human skin. Elite. Trained in secret under Ian’s orders for the day I would reclaim the crown.I couldn't believe my eyes. How did Ian think of this? How was he able to predict that I may not get any support unless he provides one for me?I was relieved that I had been given a head start, but it wasn’t enough. Not for a war.
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold White Horse
AsherMy thumb hovered over the next page for longer than I cared to admit. The leather binding creaked softly beneath my grip, like it too feared what lay ahead. But I couldn’t stop now. I needed to know it all—no matter how much it hurt and no matter how much I wanted to stop, I turned the page.‘Brooke and Renah began their affair not out of love, not truly—not at first. Brooke wanted affection. She wanted to be wanted. Renah… he was a convenient escape. They were discreet. Not for my sake. For hers. Always for hers. She didn't want to ruin her reputation.’I leaned back, jaw tightening.So it was true.I watched them once. They didn’t see me. Her smile was real. His was reverent. That was the moment I knew—Renah loved her more. Brooke? She simply needed to be adored.It painted such a different picture of my mother than the one I’d held growing up. She had always seemed powerful, poised, in control of every room she walked into. I never imagined her desperate. Or fragile. But with
