Chapter 3

Abigail lowers her voice. “You shouldn’t have helped me. Chelsea is the werewolf princess of the Darkmoon family. Zoe is her sidekick. No one dares to go against them.”

“I know.”

“Then why —”

“Does 'no one dares' makes it right?”

The bell rings.

Mrs. Pamela walks into the classroom. “Today we’re talking about the origin of the Moonbridge Project. Thirty years ago, the Silvermoon Alpha King founded the Moonbridge Project, admitting one hundred human students every year. This is a hand of friendship extended by werewolves to humankind.”

Emily raises her hand. “What do you think about the negative rumors spreading online about the Moonbridge Project?”

“The Moonbridge Project may have some —”

“Some discrimination?” Emily finishes the sentence.

“Some areas that need adjustment.” (Mrs. Pamela)

“Like what?” (Emily)

“Like — human students should not question the teaching methods of werewolf teachers.” Chelsea’s voice cuts through from the front row. In Ancient Werewolf Language.

“What?” Emily looks completely lost.

“Like — werewolf students should not deliberately use Ancient Werewolf Language to isolate human classmates.”

Chelsea glares at me.

Abigail whispers, “What did she say?”

My grandfather’s voice echoes in my head: As a human. Find proof. This is your heir’s trial.

I lower my eyes. “Ancient Werewolf Language. I don’t understand it.”

Chelsea’s lips smile. Her eyes don’t. “Ms. Conner, if you can’t understand Ancient Werewolf Language, I suggest you transfer schools.”

I lift my head. Calm. Steady.

“I’ll learn.”

But not the language.

Your secrets and conspiracy.

That‘s what I came for.