All Chapters of Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Asher The lake was even more beautiful than I remembered, a still mirror reflecting the soft glow of the moon. It was almost full, casting a silver path across the water that felt otherworldly. Everything about this place felt calm, untouched by the chaos waiting for us tomorrow. But it wasn’t the lake that held my attention. It was Malia, standing at the water’s edge, her silhouette bathed in moonlight. Her hair shimmered as the breeze teased it, her dress clinging to her in all the right ways. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. She turned at the sound of my footsteps, her lips curving into a small smile that felt like a balm to every wound I’d ever carried. “You came,” she said softly, her voice almost swallowed by the night. “Of course,” I replied, walking closer. “You said you wanted to talk.” She nodded but didn’t say anything right away. Her gaze drifted back to the water, and I couldn’t help but follow it. The stillness of the lake matched the tension in

Malia I woke up feeling lighter than I had in weeks. My body still hummed with the memories of last night, a warmth spreading across my chest as I recalled how Asher had held me. His touch had been tender yet possessive, his presence grounding me in a way I’d never experienced before. For the first time, I had let someone see every part of me—raw, vulnerable, completely unguarded. And it had been him. Even in sleep, my mind had conjured a future that felt almost too sweet to believe: Asher and me, standing beneath the glow of the full moon, vowing ourselves to each other. The pack surrounded us, their cheers echoing into the night. Then, as if the universe had fast-forwarded our happiness, a baby appeared in my arms, with Asher’s dark hair and my bright eyes. The dream had been so vivid I could almost hear the child’s laughter. The thought made me giddy, and I smiled to myself, feeling my cheeks heat. This was what I wanted—a life with Asher, a family, peace. I stirred

AsherI locked the door to Malia’s cell, my chest heaving with every breath I took. The sound of the key turning in the lock felt like a nail being hammered into my soul. She would hate me for this. I knew it. I could almost hear her voice, sharp and cutting, accusing me of betrayal. But Jude’s words had rooted themselves in my mind. *What if she’s the one they use? What if she betrays you, Asher?* I couldn’t shake the image of her eyes clouded, under someone else’s control, feeding my mother everything she needed to destroy me. The thought made my stomach churn. Malia would never willingly betray me—of that, I was certain—but unwilling betrayal was just as dangerous. And then there was the dream. That damned dream. The one where Malia stood over me, a knife in her hand, her face a mask of cold indifference as she drove the blade into my chest. I had woken up gasping, drenched in sweat, her name on my lips. I couldn’t let that dream become a reality. I leaned against the door,

Malia***Right after she's attacked by the seven people Brooke sent***Everything came back to me in fragments—blurry, disjointed pieces that didn’t make sense. My body ached, and the coppery tang of blood filled the air. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, the sunlight piercing and harsh against my vision. I was lying on the ground in front of Asher’s house, the stone pathway rough against my skin. My breath hitched as I pushed myself up, my hands trembling beneath me. The first thing I noticed was the blood—thick, crimson streaks covering my arms, my clothes, my skin. Then I saw them. Seven bodies lay scattered around me, their lifeless forms contorted in unnatural ways. Their black clothing, the ones I remembered them wearing as they advanced on me, was soaked in blood. My heart pounded as I staggered to my feet, my legs weak beneath me. “What... what happened?” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. I tried to piece it together, to remember how I got here. The last th

AsherThe battlefield was eerily silent now, the only sounds the occasional rustle of the wind and the faint groans of the dying. Brooke stood at the center of it all, the weight of defeat etched across her face.I moved toward her slowly, my boots crunching against the blood-soaked ground. Her eyes darted to the bodies of her fallen hybrids, then back to me. There was a crack in her usual mask of arrogance, a flicker of realization that she was alone. Vulnerable. I circled her like a predator, my steps deliberate, each one bringing me closer. Her breathing quickened, her composure fraying. For a moment, she looked almost human. Almost weak. “You’re starting to understand, aren’t you?” I said, my voice low and cold. “The inevitability of this. The end of everything you’ve built.” Brooke’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing. Her silence spoke volumes. “Jamie, Corey,” I called over my shoulder, my tone sharp. “Chain her up. Lock her in the cage.” Her head snapped toward me, i