She turned to me with a confused look, as if I’d just told a bad joke.
“What floor?” she asked, her frown deepening.
“The 10th floor. What’s the deal with it?” I pressed, watching her squint slightly, as though searching for the right response.
But before she could say anything else, the elevator doors slid open, revealing a sight that immediately grabbed our attention-and not in a good way.
It was Gavin, dressed in the academy’s uniform: a crisp white shirt, a red tie with white vertical stripes, and black pants. But it wasn’t just him that shocked us.
It was the fact that he was fixing Jenny’s hair.
“Lucy!” I watched as Lucy stormed forward, clearly ready to confront Jenny. Quickly, I grabbed her arm and shook my head, silently reminding her to keep her composure. There were others around, and Gavin might not take kindly to her making a scene. After all, he had already been upset last night when she yelled at him without giving him a chance to explain.
“I can’t believe this,” Lucy muttered under her breath before storming past Gavin without another glance.
“Hey, you two! We’ve been waiting for you!” Jenny called out, rushing toward us with Gavin trailing behind her.
“Morning!” Gavin greeted, trying to sound cheerful.
Lucy ignored him entirely, her pace quickening.
“Whoa, what’s going on? Is her mood still sour?” Gavin asked, falling into step beside me as I slowed down to look at him.
“Did I do something?” he added, genuinely confused.
I couldn’t understand why he was acting so nonchalant, as though it was perfectly normal for him to be this close to Jenny.
Some might call Lucy insecure, but let’s be real-if she were the one acting this friendly with some other guy, Gavin would’ve lost it.
“Let’s just get through the first day and leave the drama for later,” I said in a hushed tone, hoping to diffuse the tension without adding fuel to the fire.
Lucy, still visibly upset, didn’t want me talking to anyone else, so we walked in tense silence all the way to the academy.
Once we arrived, the top senior, Sage, greeted us and led us to our first class on the third floor.
The classroom was loud with activity, filled with so many students, all exuding an air of confidence.
But the way they looked at the ones weaker than them was unnerving-almost predatory, like they were eyeing fresh meat. It was clear that bullying was not just expected from the seniors.
As we stepped into the room, Lucy grabbed my arm, dragging me toward the back of the class. We found seats, with me by the window and her right next to me. Gavin sat down beside her, leaving no spot for Jenny.
Jenny gave a small shrug, her lips curling into a pout. Lucy didn’t acknowledge her, but her straight posture and composed demeanor told me she was fully aware of the situation-and didn’t care.
I glanced at Gavin, catching a flicker of embarrassment on his face. He and Jenny must’ve talked about sitting together in the front, where there were four seats, but clearly, that wasn’t happening now.
Jenny didn’t seem too upset, though. Her brother appeared just then, hands stuffed in his pockets, moving with an easy, confident stride. Without saying a word, he took her arm and guided her to a seat in the second row.
And then, right before our eyes, came the infamous Demon Twins.
Sydney and Salem Combs were hard to miss, and naturally, they’d found a way to make their uniforms stand out. But today, they weren’t just dressed to impress-they seemed downright giddy. Sydney had her hair pulled into a sleek high ponytail, while Salem wore hers loose and curled.
“I don’t think we need an introduction, but-hello! I’m Sydney Combs, and this is my twin, Salem Combs,” Sydney began, her voice dripping with exaggerated cheerfulness.
“We’re the royal beta’s daughters from the Blood Hunters Pack,” she added with a gleaming smile.
“We’re happy to announce,” she continued, “that we’ve decided to take you all under our wings. If you have any needs, we’ll be here to… help.”
Her tone was sweet but fake, her words edged with mockery.
“And we’ll also protect you all from bullying,” Salem added, her tone just as sugary.
The class erupted into cheers at her words-but not everyone joined in. Those aspiring to become Alphas or royal betas remained silent. Even the warriors kept quiet, their pride unwilling to accept protection from another junior.
“Apparently,” Lucy whispered in my ear, “bullying here is brutal. It’s considered part of the training, so the authority figures don’t really intervene.”
A shiver ran down my spine as her words sank in.
“But,” Sydney continued, her smirk widening, “if you want our protection, you’ll have to come to us. And after we save you, you’ll owe us a favor.”
Her tone was sly, dripping with amusement. It was clear she intended to have plenty of fun with this new arrangement.
“Anyway,” she said, stepping back, “we’ll let the first class begin now.”
With that, the twins returned to their seats, naturally taking spots at the very front of the room.
As they moved aside, the teacher walked in, and my heart stopped.
It was Professor Emmet McQuoid.
He was breathtakingly handsome, dressed in a sharp black suit with a perfectly tucked white shirt. He looked nothing like I’d expected-no hint of drunkenness. His hair, still damp, was styled impeccably. A single strand fell across his forehead, while the rest was tied back in a man bun.
Helanie:
“Hello class, I’m Professor Emmet McQuoid, your class teacher, and I’ll be the one to teach you the history of wars, werewolves, other creatures, as well as herbs and weapons. Physical training, however, will be conducted by my brothers,” he said, tossing the papers onto the podium, then quickly grabbing his glasses and putting them on.
I had never seen him wearing glasses before. I turned to check on Sydney and Salem, who were both exchanging glances-constantly looking at each other before finally turning to Emmet.
“So, let’s get started with the first class,” he said, quickly adjusting his tie before lowering his head to begin flipping through the pages of the book he had brought with him.
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