The Supernatural Realms faces a harrowing prophecy—an apocalypse destined to wipe out all beings, starting with the werewolves, then witches, vampires, and finally, humans.

     To prevent this, the werewolf high council formed a pact with other creatures on earth. Each realm would send a candidate to the Brookshigh Academy. 

The goal was to discover if an alliance/bond between an Alpha and a representative from another realm could produce a bond powerful enough to stop the impending apocalypse.  

    This year, the humans have chosen Hope. 

    When Hope’s sister vanished without a trace from Brookshigh Academy years ago, Hope never believed she’d follow in her footsteps. But with nothing left to lose, she accepted a scholarship to the very same school.

What she discovers inside isn’t what she expected. Brookshigh isn’t just an academy, it’s a den of Alphas, it wasn't  what it's portrayed to be. Beneath its prestigious facade lies a brutal hierarchy, where power is currency, and the weak are prey.

Hope's arrival disrupts the status quo, catching the attention of not just the academy's most formidable Alphas but most powerful supernatural Villains and representatives. 

    
Caught between ruthless supernatural factions and hunted by enemies she wasn't aware her parents had made,  Hope must survive a world where all she thought was a lie and fiery tale was living, breathing and asking for her love. 

    She knew  it was all a game of survival here. 

But she has vowed that in  this dangerous Den of Alphas, she won’t just be a pawn in their games. She will be the wild card that changes the rules forever.

The first punch crashes into his jaw. The next—his temple. And just like that, my fist moves from his jaw to his temple. Again and again.


I miss, but my fist shatters his nose with a sickening crunch. Blood spurts and he screams.


"I'm going to enjoy every second of this," I murmur to myself.


Steven is already groveling before I've even laid a proper hand on him. Pathetic. I grab the back of his cheap shirt, yanking him upright, then snatch at that ridiculous tie. I intend to strangle him with it—but it snaps off in my hand.


I blink at it. Then at him. Then back to the tie crumpled in my fist.


"A clip-on? Seriously?" My voice drips with contempt. "I thought—"


"P-please—just let me go, I don't even know who exactly you are," he stammers, his eyes glossing with tears.


I toss the useless tie aside and grip him with both hands, slamming him against the pavement. My rage scorches my throat, but I keep it contained. Barely.


Chapter 61 - My first kill