Chapter 8: The Purple Dormitory
Astrid’s voice rang through the hall, sharp and unyielding.
"You are not here for a leisurely education," she declared, her gaze sweeping across the room, making me feel as though she was staring directly at me. "Lunar Crest Academy is designed to mold the strongest of our kind, to refine your instincts, to shape you into something more. Every class, every trial, every test, will push you beyond your limits. Only the worthy will be abld to endure."
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Her red gown hugged her body like liquid fire, every step she took radiating dominance. She didn’t need to raise her voice. The sheer weight of her presence commanded silence.
"There are several types of classes you will be taking during your time here." She raised a hand, and a massive screen behind her flickered to life, displaying the courses in bold, ancient script.
Combat Training. My stomach twisted. "Strength is everything," Astrid continued. "You will train daily in both human and wolf form. Those who fall behind... well, I wouldn’t recommend it."
Survival and Strategy. "You will learn how to outthink, outmaneuver, and outlast your opponents. The weak will always be prey. Your goal? Don’t be weak."
Pack and Political Studies. "Understanding pack dynamics and the governing structures of our world is key. Some of you will lead one day. Others..."—her lips curved into a smirk—"...will serve."
Enhanced Abilities. "Lycans and high-ranking wolves possess gifts beyond raw strength. You will be tested. You will be trained. If you have potential, it will be dragged out of you, whether you like it or not."
General Education. "Combat isn’t everything. Those who lack intelligence are nothing more than disposable pawns. You will study languages, sciences, history, everything necessary to function in our society."
A ripple of murmurs passed through the hall. Some students looked eager. Others, nervous.
I just felt sick.
There is no class on surviving as the weak. No class on escaping.