All Chapters of Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Chapter 181 - Chapter 187

MaliaI stayed hidden, my back pressed tightly against the side of Amara’s house as I listened. My heart pounded so violently I could hear the rush of blood in my ears.Jamie was still talking, his voice firm and serious.“You don’t understand the full extent of what happened in Storm Pack,” he told Amara. “There’s a lot you don’t know.”Amara scoffed, her voice laced with frustration. “Then explain it to me, Jamie! Because so far, all I’m getting is that Jude is hunting me down, and you expect me to trust a bodyguard I’ve never met! None of this makes sense!”Jamie exhaled sharply, as if trying to gather his thoughts. “It will make sense,” he muttered. “Just listen.”There was a brief pause before he continued, his voice dropping lower, darker.“After we captured Malia, I was going to kill her,” he admitted bluntly. “I was ready to burn her when Corey stopped me.”Amara scoffed. “I know Jamie, I was there.”Jamie let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Yeah, you're right. But what I'm say

MaliaI had to do something.My mind raced as I crouched in the shadows outside Amara’s house, heart pounding. I couldn’t just walk away—not when I had the perfect opportunity to warn Jamie before it was too late.But how?I couldn’t just march in there and expose myself. I’d worked too hard to stay hidden, and if I revealed anything too directly, Rayna might realize I was the one who sent the tip.No. I had to be smart about this.I needed to be anonymous.I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I typed out a message:"Do not trust the bodyguard."For a second, I hesitated. Would Jamie even take this seriously? He was stubborn—he wouldn’t believe something without proof.I added another line."The bodyguard is actually Rayna, impersonating her."I sent the message before I could overthink it.Inside, Amara and Jamie were still talking, but I could see Jamie go silent. His brows furrowed, and he reached into his pocket, checking his phone.I held my breath.Even from a

MaliaThe moment I stepped out of the hospital and into the cool evening air, I felt like I could breathe again. Not fully—Jude was still right beside me, his hand pressed against the small of my back as if he was escorting me rather than making sure I didn’t run—but at least I wasn’t confined to that sterile, suffocating room anymore.The ride home was silent. Jude drove with one hand on the wheel, his other drumming against his thigh. I kept my gaze out the window, watching the trees blur past in streaks of green and gray, mentally preparing myself for what was to come.I needed to act normal.That was the key. If I gave even the slightest indication that something was wrong, Jude would be on me in an instant. He wasn’t stupid. He knew me too well, knew when I was scheming. But this time, I wouldn’t let him catch on.When we got home, I moved through the house like nothing had changed. I put my bag down, grabbed my books, and sat at the dining table, flipping through pages like I wa

Malia“Now tell me Rayna. Why is it that despite my clear instructions given to you, Amara is still alive. I thought you impersonated the bodyguard Jamie brought?” Jude said breaking the silence. Rayna’s expression shifted immediately, her confidence flickering just slightly as she processed Jude’s words.“She’s still alive?” she repeated, her voice sharp with disbelief.Jude’s eyes darkened. “I don’t like repeating myself, Rayna. Amara was just here. She spoke to Malia—no signs of sickness, no signs of dying. Nothing.”Rayna’s projection flickered for a second before stabilizing. “That’s… impossible,” she murmured, almost to herself. Then, more firmly, she met Jude’s gaze. “I poisoned her food. It was a magical poison—undetectable, untraceable. There’s no way she could have survived.”Jude’s jaw tightened. “And yet, she has.”Rayna’s fingers twitched at her sides. “That’s not possible,” she insisted. “The poison was supposed to take effect in ten hours. She should’ve been dead by no