Semua Bab Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Malia As the hours dragged on, the mob slowly began to thin out. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows through the trees, but some wolves remained—hovering on the edges, eager to witness my punishment if Asher didn’t come. Their eyes burned with hatred and bloodlust, and no matter how much I tried to avoid their stares, I could still feel their judgment pressing down on me like a crushing weight. My throat burned with thirst. The gag chafed against the corners of my mouth, and every breath felt shallow and strained. My limbs were aching from being tied in the same position for so long, and the rough ropes dug into my wrists with every twitch. I tried to swallow against the dryness in my throat, but it only made the ache worse. I tried to make a sound—something, anything—to get someone’s attention. My voice was weak and muffled beneath the gag, but I hoped someone—anyone—would notice that I needed water. My tongue felt thick and heavy, and I was starting to feel

AsherI ended the call with the harp twins and slipped my phone into my pocket, my mind spinning. Every instinct in me screamed that something wasn’t right. This wasn’t just some twisted revenge from Jamie. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew that the girl Jamie had wasn’t some imposter. It was Malia. The real Malia. And she was running out of time. I had to get to her. Now. I turned toward the door, already planning the fastest route to Storm Pack territory, when a cold shiver ran down my spine. My steps slowed. The air grew heavy—thick, charged with something unnatural. Magic. I spun just as the lights in the hallway dimmed and the temperature dropped. A gust of wind howled through the room, shattering the calm. The shadows stretched unnaturally long, curling across the walls like living things. And then—they appeared. Three hooded figures emerged from the darkness, dressed in heavy black robes embroidered with silver runes. Their faces were hidden beneath the hoods, but their pr

Malia Rayna’s voice was smooth, almost amused. “What's this I hear about someone stealing my glory? Don't act so surprised. You all chanted 'WITCH!!!' Now I'm here.” Jamie’s eyes darkened. “A witch?” Rayna chuckled. “You don’t even know what you’re dealing with.” “Neither do you,” Jamie snapped. He turned back toward me, his grip tightening on flaming torch in his hand. My heart nearly stopped. He was about to set me ablaze! Was he really going to go through with it? Rayna took a step forward. “Oh don't be so uptight. If you kill her you'll ruin the surprise—” CRACK. The sharp sound cut through the air like a whip, followed by a rush of icy wind. And then, just like that, the world stopped. Every muscle in my body froze as he stepped forward. The torches flickered wildly, casting jagged shadows over his face. The mob fell silent, their fury evaporating in an instant. I could hear the sharp intake of breath from the wolves around me, their bodies stiff with shock. Jamie’s k

MaliaThe silence that followed Jamie’s question felt like an eternity.My heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else as I stared at Corey, waiting for him to answer.What should be done with Malia?I could see the tension in Corey’s pale face, the way his lips pressed together as his icy blue eyes flickered toward me. And then, he sighed.“Bring her down,” Corey said, his voice low but firm. “Now.”A ripple of shock passed through the gathered wolves.My stomach twisted in disbelief. Did I hear him right?Corey’s expression darkened as he turned his gaze fully on Jamie. “She was set up,” he continued, his voice sharper this time. “I can't believe you still have to ask me what should be done with her—after I just told you what happened.”Jamie’s face remained unreadable, his eyes locked onto Corey as he processed the words. But his jaw tensed, and his fingers twitched at his sides.He didn’t like it.For a moment, I thought he might argue. I thought he might outright

JamieI barely noticed Amara move closer until her lips pressed against mine.It was soft, hesitant—like she wasn’t sure I’d let her.I didn’t pull away.I couldn’t.My mind was spinning, unraveling, breaking apart at the realization of how wrong I had been. How deep I had let my anger dig into me until it controlled every decision I made.Amara pulled back, her forehead pressing lightly against mine.“We’ll fix it,” she whispered. “We’ll figure out a way.”I nodded, but the weight in my chest didn’t budge.How?How the hell could we fix this?Malia was locked in a cell. Our entire pack believed she was a murderer. And worse, I had helped build that lie.I clenched my jaw, feeling my throat tighten.And then—suddenly, it clicked.I remembered.I remembered why I had taken Malia in the first place.I had wanted revenge, yes—but not just for Corey.For myself.I stiffened, pulling away from Amara as realization crashed into me like a storm.Asher.Asher had been in his right mind when h