Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,65

I just couldn’t seem to get it out of my mind.

One night over dinner at the Darken house, I said, “We have to do something about Headmaster Black.”

“What do you mean?” Rhys asked, glancing over at me.

“He killed Jessica Davis, remember?”

“Of course we remember, Raven. How could we have forgotten?” Theo asked. “But what do you want us to do about it?”

“I don’t know. All I do know is that we can’t let him get away with it,” I explained. “We have to do something about it.”

“Have you discussed it with Milos yet?” Aiden asked.

“Oh, yeah. Let me just talk to my enemy about the fact that the Headmaster killed his daughter.” I rolled my eyes.

“Raven, I was actually being serious.”

“He’s got a point,” Kane said. “Milos is one of the Triangle. I wouldn’t want to mess with one of us.”

“And if Milos knows that the Headmaster, then he can do something about it, instead of us,” Theo added.

I sighed. “Fine. Let me summon him.”

Closing my eyes, I thought, “Milos, Headmaster Black killed Jessica.”

His eyes quickly appeared in my mind, and I realized that he must have been listening to our entire conversation as it was. “I’m aware of that, Raven.”

“Well, are you going to do something about it? Or are you going to just let him get away with murdering your daughter?”

“I am not going to let him get away with it. I already have plans—plans that I’m unable to discuss with you.”

“What plans would those be?” I found myself asking.

“Let’s just say that, by the beginning of the next school year, Headmaster Black will be replaced. There will be a new Headmaster—one who is far more deserving of the position. I will make sure of this.”

Well, that was slightly relieving. Even though I felt that justice needed to be served more than that, the last thing I wanted was for Headmaster Black to continue to be in control of Werewolf Academy. He was far too corrupt to be in that position.

“Who will the new Headmaster be?” I found myself asking Milos.

“Oh, come on now. Tell me you can’t figure this out on your own already.”

“Will one of my mates be promoted?” I asked him. It would have made sense that one of the professors would take over as Headmaster of the school.

Milos chuckled. “You really are naïve sometimes, aren’t you? Guess again.”

And that was when it hit me. “You’re going to be the new Headmaster?”

“Bingo.” I could hear the grin behind his voice. “Just think. You’ll get to see me in the hallways and in your life on a daily basis.”

I swallowed hard.

If what Milos was saying was true, if he really found a way to get Headmaster Black kicked out and he himself became Headmaster, then a change was definitely in order for me.

Either I was going to have to drop out or transfer to another academy for werewolves. But there was no way in hell I was going to walk the halls at a school where my archnemesis was Headmaster.

Finals week should have been hard, and it was—but not because of my studies.

Surprisingly, I had to study very little. I was able to absorb everything lately, but it was my personal life that was challenging.

Everything that was going on consumed me in ways that it shouldn’t have.

There was the issue of Headmaster Black, of Jessica Davis being dead.

There was the fact that we were all waiting for this war to begin. Or at least I was, anyway. Kane still wasn’t entirely convinced.

I also kept waiting for Milos to make his next move. I was surprised that he hadn’t tried anything over the past year, but if I knew Milos as well as I thought I did, the reasoning was simple. He was plotting and planning for something big to happen.

And then there was the issue of having to choose a lifelong mate.

I began to view my each of my mates as one of three elements: water, air, and fire.

With some of my mates, I knew that life would have been easy. With Rhys and Colton, I would have been happy and safe always. Life would always be without drama, without argument. They both reminded me of water, easy and go with the flow.

With Theo and Aiden, life would be a mix of easy and challenging. With both of them, things came easy, but at the same time, there was always some sort of conflict that kept me on my toes. Their personalities were like the wind;