Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,10

rules anymore when he couldn’t even do me a favor.

“Actually, you can bring us.” Theo insisted. “No one has to actually know we’re there.”

I glanced over at him with raised eyebrows. “What, exactly, are you suggesting?”

“That we use an invisibility spell to stay hidden from the other students but still be there so we can keep an eye on you.”

Well, that wasn’t the worst idea he’d ever had.

“Okay,” I agreed with a nod.

“Really? You’ll let us spy on you?” Aiden stared at me curiously from behind his honey brown eyes.

“Is it really spying on me if I’m letting you do it?” I countered.

“Touché.”

I wasn’t going to lie. I felt so much better about going to the party knowing that my mates would be there with me. Even though I wouldn’t be able to see them, knowing that they were there would make me feel a hell of a lot safer.

The next few days of class were a blur. Vince kept heading over to me. I knew he was trying to talk to me, but every time he did, I ducked into the girls’ bathroom or headed into one of my mates’ offices until the next bell rang. I just couldn’t bring myself to talk to him about Iris, even though I hated not being able to tell him the truth.

I had a really hard time paying attention in any of my classes. Even though I tried to learn all I could—especially in Advanced Weaponry, Lunar Magic 301, and Deadly Lunar Magic—but my mind just kept wandering to other places. Like what Milos and Iris had planned.

Speaking of Iris, I kept catching her staring at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, and honestly? It creeped me the hell out. Sometimes, her looks were full of hatred; other times, they were full of amusement. But all of the time, one thing was clear.

Iris Frost really hated me.

Well, the feeling was mutual.

Towards the end of the week, I grabbed the hall pass and headed to the bathroom during one of our classes.

Once I was finished, I flung the stall door open—and found myself staring at Iris’s back as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding against my chest.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was the closest I had been to Iris since classes had resumed for the year, and we were all alone.

If she wanted to do something to hurt me—if she wanted to kill me—I was close enough for her to do just that.

You can try to kill her first, my own voice whispered at the back of my mind.

I needed to stop viewing myself as so weak. I had been trained by the Darken, some of the most powerful werewolves in the world. I was the first biological werewolf.

I was Princess Fallyn.

But I couldn’t let myself forget the truth, either—and that was that Iris Frost was far more powerful than me.

Iris’s eyes locked on mine through the mirror, and a sly grin hit her lips. “Hey, Raven.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even bring myself to move, let alone speak to her.

Iris chuckled as she continued to wash her hands. Once she was done, she grabbed a paper towel and then turned to face me.

“Cat got your tongue?” The amusement swirled around in her eyes devilishly.

When I didn’t respond to her, she twisted her lips into a kissy face.

“Smooches, darling,” she said, blowing a kiss in my direction.

Anger flooded my veins, and my heart pounded against my chest as she walked past me.

As I heard the sound of the restroom door closing behind her, I found myself completely consumed by a memory. It was a memory that I often tried to forget about, but one that was ingrained deep inside my mind. It was a memory that often haunted me, and there I was, getting lost inside it all over again.

The days in the dungeon passed by slowly.

Every day, my wolf would take control and try to find a way out, but it was just no use. My magic wasn’t strong enough inside this dungeon, and I could feel myself growing weaker by the day. I was growing tired from trying to get out without success. My mind was always looking for a way out, so my thoughts never turned off.

The exhaustion of being away from my mates for so long was also setting in. I felt all of the withdrawals, all of the emotions that came with being