by Leigh Allen
“So, are you a Witch? Trackers? Fairy?” I asked, as I followed him up the stairs. The questions tumbled out of me and I couldn’t help but want to know everything I could.
Without stopping or turning around, Ace responded. “No, I am a shifter.”
I just nodded to myself, unsure of what else to say.
We came to a stop at the top of the stairs, and I noticed several hallways branching out from the area at the top. Each hallway had a separate staircase leading to the next destination.
“Each supernatural group has their own separate wing of the Academy. Shifters have a hidden exit so when they have to shift and hunt, they can leave the building without disrupting everyone else. The Witches also have their own area equipped with a shield protected cement room where they can perform and practice spells without risking harm to the others. Finally, the fairies have their own section with access to additional windows and balconies where they can practice their flying and magic. From here, you will never enter any other coven. Since it has already been determined you are a fairy, you will go straight there. The others will each sleep in the main sleeping quarters until they are granted their true powers,” Ace spoke. “Boys have one side of the wing and girls have the other,” he finished.
“Ok,” I said, feeling exhausted by the information and the walk up the stairs.
Everything about this place seemed so unreal. Ace continued walking until we reached a hallway that seemed simple in comparison to the rest of the Academy.
Everything about the place took my breath away. From the modern furniture and flat-screen televisions in the living area, to the chef style kitchen area that was modern and beautiful. I spotted doors all around the area, circling the living and kitchen areas.
“Inside each of those doors are bedrooms. You will live here until you turn twenty. Then, you will have to find your residency somewhere else in the world. This place will train you in your powers until you are able to live on your own as a supernatural,” Ace stated.
He was turning out to be a pretty good tour guide. Too bad, I had about a million questions racing through my mind.
“Which room is mine?” I asked.
“This one,” Ace said, pointing to the one to my right.
I walked to the room by myself and opened the door. Inside was a large, black, iron canopy bed and a dark wood dresser. I had my own bathroom and a closet filled with clothes. The only thing missing was the personal touches that made the room special to each individual person.
“This is really nice,” I said, admiring the space. I only had a small room at my aunt’s house, and she never would have bought me such nice furniture.
“Well, we do enjoy our luxuries,” Ace chuckled.
“What about you?” I asked, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. I hated that Ace had that effect on me.
“I don’t stay here with the other students.”
“Ok,” I simply said, looking everywhere other than at Ace.
“I will leave you to rest for a while. At dinner, you will be called down to join everyone else,” he said, before closing the bedroom door behind him.
I didn’t even have time to ask when dinner was. Ace just seemed to disappear. He was a strange guy-- hot, but strange. Without knowing what else to do, I fell onto the soft mattress of the bed. The silk, gold-colored sheets felt like feather kisses against my warm skin. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was finally home.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Extras