BLACKWOOD ACADEMY'S FORBIDDEN LUNA

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ill felt burned. I lay in the half melted snow, breathing

just looked shocked. His glowing gold eyes were locked on mine, and he was breathing in sh

anished, as fast

ight that a muscle jumped in his cheek. When he looked up again, the shock was gone. So

rasped. His voice was dark

er, what

roared. His Alpha voice s

. He turned and walked off into the gray fog, shoulder

ead was spinning. His wolf had bowed to me. I had no idea what that golden flash was

ag myself up the stone steps and bac

hands were raw. My split lip hurt every time I breathed. On top of that, Warde

ith a view over the pine valley. Scholarship orphans got Sub-Le

flight. The air smelled of damp earth, old coal and mildew. On the second landing, I could hear rich kids laughing as they unpacked

by yourself, your spine's goin

ropped straight to the sma

t of bed, and bright hazel eyes. His easy smile looked wrong in this dark dungeon. He wore a worn, expensive leat

said. I held th

closer, slowly, not trying to scare me. "Your hands are

at it for a long second. Then I let go of

a," I m

nothing. "Everyone does. You're the girl who talked back to Maeve Sterling in

hed my teeth as we carried the trunk down t

s some free advice before you unpack your three gray scholarship uniforms. Blackwood isn't

oor and a rusty iron lock. I shoved the heavy ke

n?" I asked, and

d a stone washbasin. It was cold, bare and miserable. Callan put the trunk down at t

e Sterlings, the Vances, the High Council heirs, they don't just own the buildings. They own the pecking order. If you're an

iform shirts out of my bag. "I spent my whole life being treated like

ect that. Really. But pride will get you killed faster than a silver blade down here. Maeve's fa

voice dropped as the golden light fl

d his face. He looked out at the empty, torc

tory. He doesn't answer to the staff. He answers straight to the Council. But something's off about how he's going after you,

aid. "He thinks I

e rubbed the back of his neck.

and looked up at him. "Scared? He's six foot

. He used the nickname so easily that I almost missed it. "Keep your eyes open.

ll, friendly wave. "See you in the dining

ittle desk and thought over everything Callan had said. He seemed friendly. Maybe he was the only p

, under my spare trousers, was a small, plain wooden box.

the hard iron bed a

rass ID badge, a basic map of the c

return address. Just a heavy, dark

d a strange

ut one sheet of thick parchment. Three short lines

on the cliff wa

, the High Council will e

vening assembly

There was no name signed. But at the bottom o

Commander S