Werewolf Academy: Year Three

by Jayme Morse

  It was about ending the war that hadn’t even begun yet. This was about both the paranormal and human worlds; it was about saving both our kind and human kind.

  And it really fucking sucked.

  I loved my mates, each and every one of them. And even though I wanted to be with all of them, it was clear that couldn’t be my future.

  And in that moment, I knew. I knew exactly what I had to do.

  I had to choose, once and for all. And I knew now exactly who I had to choose.

  Once the ride came to a halt, I climbed off. Not even bothering to wait for my friends, I began to make way back into the crowd of people, who were swarming all around me.

  I scanned the area for my mates. Colton and Rhys had just been at the food stands moments before, while Theo and Aiden had been playing darts at one of the game stands. I wasn’t even sure where I had seen Kane last.

  But now, none of them were anywhere to be seen.

  A weird feeling came over me then. I could feel it deep in my gut. It was the wolfy intuition again.

  Something wasn’t right.

  My heart pounded against my chest as a million emotions—panic, fear, worry—swarmed through my veins.

  But this time, it was different. This time, I knew these emotions weren’t mine alone. No, these emotions belonged to my mates. It was their energy I was feeling. I could feel their panic, fear, and worry as it shot through me like the fireworks that were being set off in the distance.

  Speaking of the fireworks, they were supposed to meet me here when they started. But none of them were anywhere in sight.

  I wasn’t even sure what was happening. All I knew was that something was going on… something that I could feel wasn’t supposed to be going on.

  That was when I heard the sound of the gunshot ring out in the distance, and I felt it: the pain. It wasn’t slow or gradual. No, it completely tore through me; it felt like something had been ripped away from me. It was as if a piece of my soul was being torn out of me, and I knew exactly what that meant.

  One of my mates had died.

  As I fell to my knees sobbing and wailing, Maddie and Vince came to my side, asking if I was okay. I tried to answer them, but I couldn’t even form words, let alone sentences.

  All I could see was red.

  I didn’t even have to wonder who had killed my mate, because I already knew the answer. I could feel it in my bones.

  I made a promise to myself then.

  I was going to do the one thing I had wanted to do from the first day I had set foot on the Werewolf Academy campus.

  I was going to kill Milos Santorini, once and for all.

  The Werewolf Academy series continues in Year Four

  Werewolf Academy: Year Four