Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,68

sure. And for some reason, I just had this overwhelming feeling that it was going to interfere with my senior year.

I had so much to be excited about: the prom, graduation, the possibility of me actually graduating as the class valedictorian. But I was positive this war was going to happen and ruin everything.

We walked past a booth where Gloria was holding psychic readings. It was a new service Werewolf Academy’s resident witch was offering at the festival this year.

Maddie and I had joked about getting our fortunes read, but honestly? I wasn’t really even sure that I wanted to know what my future held. Knowing that Gloria had the real ability to see into the future kind of scared me, especially when my future probably held a lot of darkness.

Just as we were about to walk past the witch’s booth, Gloria pushed back the navy-blue crescent moon and star curtain and stepped outside. Her eyes fell on me.

“Raven Gallagher, I really need to speak with you. Would you please come into my booth and shut the curtain behind me?”

“Sure,” I told Gloria. Then I turned to Rhys and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll meet up with you later so we can celebrate our anniversary.”

“Okay,” he agreed with a nod.

Ducking into the witch’s booth, I drew the navy-blue curtain shut behind me. The last thing I needed was for all of the other students to hear the details about my psychic reading. I did have five mates, after all. I doubted this reading would be an easy one for her. It was bound to be messy and complicated—and that wasn’t even to mention all of the other crazy things that my future probably held.

“Before we begin, I should probably warn you that this isn’t a typical psychic reading like the ones I’ve been giving the other students,” Gloria explained. “The reason I’ve asked you to come in here is because there’s something you really need to know, Raven. It’s something that I’ve been keeping from you for some time now. The first time I ever saw you during the Sorting Ceremony, I saw the future—your future.”

“You did?” I just stared back at her with wide eyes.

“Yes. I’ve also lied to you.”

“About what?” How could she have ever lied to me? I was pretty sure that this was the first time she’d ever even spoken to me.

“I’m not quite sure how to tell you this, but I knew from the very first moment I ever saw you at the Sorting Ceremony that you were a Descendant… and only a Descendant.”

“Only a Descendant? But I’m also a Crescent,” I replied, shaking my head.

“That’s what I’ve lied to you about, Raven. You’re not actually a Crescent. I used my magic to fake your House during the Sorting Ceremony.”

“Wait, what? Why would you do that? Why would you fake my House?” I swallowed hard as the reality of what she was saying hit me. “I’m not actually a Crescent?”

“I’m afraid not,” Gloria replied, shaking her head.

“But this doesn’t make any sense. If I’m not really a Crescent, then why would you place me into that House, too?”

I wasn’t going to lie. I actually felt really angry at Gloria.

For the past three years, I had to figure out the truth about my Houses. Mostly, it had caused a lot of extra confusion for me. I had tried to understand how I could be a Crescent when I genuinely believed that I didn’t have a bad bone in my body. And now I was learning that I wasn’t even really a Crescent.

Gloria had falsely, and knowingly, placed me into the wrong House and into the wrong classes. But the only question was why? What was the point of sorting me into a House that I didn’t even belong in?

“I know this is all so much for you to take in right now, and I understand that you’re angry with me. But please just understand my reasoning,” Gloria said. “I placed you into the Crescents because I knew you needed to learn dark magic. You needed to understand bad magic users. You needed to understand bad wolves. I knew it would help make you more likely to beat the Triangle when the time came. I knew it would help make you stronger for this war that’s about to begin any moment now—this war that you’re about to be at the center of.”

Her decision made sense. As angry as I wanted to be with her, everything she