Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,24

of a lot easier than everything I was dealing with right now.

I wished I hadn’t been rebellious. Not that it was my fault. The curse had caused it. That was why my parents had felt the need to murder Nicholas to prevent me from running away with him. It was why they had locked me in the castle tower to force me to marry Milos Santorini.

And yet, I had still found a way out… unfortunately.

I supposed that some curses simply couldn’t be broken.

Sighing, I continued to read the book.

For many paranormal historians, the biggest concern about the Triangle prophecy has been the fact that the human and paranormal realms, which have always been interconnected, will cease to exist.

However, there was another prophecy that was seen by a Claude Brown during the early 1900s that tells us how we can reopen the

Once the portal has disappeared as a result of the Triangle,

There will only ever be one way that it can be reopened:

This involves the blood of a fire-breathing dragon, the tear of a mermaid, and the dust of a pixie.

As I read through that last prophecy one more time, I frowned. It didn’t actually tell you what needed to happen with the fire-breathing dragon blood, mermaid tears, and pixie dust. Did you mix them? Do you drink them? Did you do a rain dance with them?

This information was supposed to be helpful, but for me, it rose more questions than it did answers.

With a huff, I shut the book and laid it down on my nightstand.

Colton glanced over at me then. “Are you okay, Raven?”

“As okay as I can be, considering a war is about to begin because of me, because of this stupid curse I just read about.”

“It’s not your fault. You do realize that, right?” Colton asked.

I glanced over at him. “I guess.”

“No. There’s nothing to ‘I guess’ about. None of this is your fault.” His gray eyes met mine. “It’s just a case of bad luck.”

“Horrible luck,” I corrected.

“Yes, horrible luck,” he agreed with a nod, pulling me closer to him. “But I can tell you one thing. I’m glad you’re here with us.”

“Yeah?” I asked as he brought his lips down on mine.

Glancing up at me, he nodded. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I rested my head on his chest, and I noticed that I could hear his heart beating then. It was in sync with mine.

As I listened to our hearts beat together, for a moment in time, everything felt pretty freaking perfect.

Until I reminded myself that, somewhere out there, Milos had a charm that could easily stop his heart from ever beating again.

All I could seem to wonder was why he hadn’t yet.

Chapter 9

Sarah didn’t end up finding anything different about the Triangle than I did. In fact, if anything, she found less than I did.

I wasn’t looking forward to presenting all of this in front of the class. Even though I knew that everyone needed to learn about the Triangle so that they could better understand what not just my but all of our futures held, I was also afraid that I was going to slip up in front of everyone. And the Darken still didn’t even want Headmaster Black to know that I was Princess Fallyn. Aiden and Theo felt the most strongly about it; they were convinced that keeping this between us was the better thing I could do to protect myself. I wasn’t sure if I was right, but I also wasn’t going to test it, either.

So, needless to say, I asked Aiden to let me swap partners with someone, but he wouldn’t let me. He felt that I was the best one to deliver this presentation, considering I had the most personal experience with it.

That was the problem.

Fortunately, the presentation ended up going just fine. I didn’t slip up about the fact that I was Princess Fallyn, so there was that, at least.

Time just seemed like it was moving faster after that. The days faded into weeks and the weeks into months. Before I knew it, November was already upon us.

We still hadn’t come up with a plan, but only because we couldn’t come up with one. After all of the research I’d done about the Triangle, we knew that if I tried to kill the Triangle right now, I would end up dying, too.

So, basically, my entire autumn was a waiting game. We were constantly waiting for the ball to drop, and it didn’t.

A part of me