Jamie is a lonely girl running from monsters of her nightmares. Desperate, she disguises herself and becomes the only girl in an all-boys boarding school. The problem? in the mysterious and formidable Venator Academy, she is not the only one with secret identity … but more? Will her true identity be safe, and can Jamie survive the training to uncover the mystery of what killed her family?
View MoreADRIENBullshit. This isn’t what simple dehydration looks like.I know James is lying about what happened tonight. About why he was really out there on the ice so late after tryouts. Why he looks so completely beaten down, pale, tired and fucking sad right now.I don’t know why I keep almost reaching out to touch his shoulder. Somehow I’ve just found myself feeling strangely protective of Jamie. I can’t figure him out, but against my better judgment, I like the guy. Despite being very aware that I can’t believe a single word he says. “Thanks again, guys.” Jamie wraps his hands around the hot thermos. He leans forward and sniffs its fragrant steam. Then he clears his throat and fidgets in the bed, and I get the feeling that Alec and I might be making him uncomfortable, the way we’re just lingering here.I shove my hands into my pockets. “It’s no problem. Eat up, okay?” Jamie nods, looking down at the food tray with an expression I can’t read.I exchange a look with Alec. He shrugs h
I blink my heavy eyes open and squint against a dim, unfamiliar light. Looking down the length of my body, I see I’m lying on my side under a thick blue blanket.Wasn’t I just on the ice? With Cameron hovering over me? A hulking, shadowy figure paces to the bedside as I lift my hands to rub my eyes into focus. My left arm feels funny when I try to move it. I look down and see golden lamplight glinting off a clear plastic IV tube taped to the ditch of my elbow.“Well James,” comes Coach’s booming voice. “I’m disappointed.”I feel the blood drain from my face as I look up at the big, bearded man and watch him fold his meaty arms across his chest.At first, my aching head can’t make sense of what’s happening.But then I remember Cameron’s threat.I can’t believe it. That liar went and told on me anyway, even though I played his stupid game and took his beating. And now Coach knows I snuck into his office.My throat goes bone-dry. My lungs heave as my thoughts spiral into panic.Am I abo
Alone now, I know I’m vulnerable again, and that I’ve got to get out of here. I try once more to make a break for the exit. But as I scramble down the hall, something catches my eye and stops me in my tracks. A door with the word COACH on it. I pause and think about something. I can’t understand why he put me on the team. After I did so poorly in the shooting test, and then got benched after the race, it just doesn’t make a lick of sense that I’d wind up on his list. I tiptoe to the door and hover my ear next to it. It’s quiet inside. Maybe something on that clipboard of his will reveal why Coach did what he did. Maybe I can find it in his office. Slowly, I cover the cold doorknob with my hand, and turn it. It’s unlocked. I glance up and down the hall before cracking the door open and peeking inside. The office is dark and empty. I slip inside and pull the door closed behind me, then spin around to take in my surroundings. I’m blinking to adjust my eyes to the dark when I hea
“SHIRTS!” I hurry past the coach before he can change his mind. Once my skates touch the ice, I exhale a sigh of relief. The white cloud of my hot breath lingers in front of my face. I push through it and start skating. This is the first time I’ve ever held a hockey stick in my hands. Let alone used one to handle a slippery little puck. Coach shrills his whistle and shouts “Again!” at me more times than I can count before I finally pass the shooting test. After that, the next part almost feels easy. We have to race each other around the rink for ten laps. That’s it. I fly on my skates and do all I can to focus on how good it feels. I can’t let the pressure of the race get me in my head. I just keep my eyes forward and move my body as fast as I can. And against all odds… I actually cross the finish line first. I spin around to see who comes in next and see a shivering, shirtless Peter had been right behind me. We grin at each other. I slow down, expecting the others will do
I wake to the pleasant smell of coffee. Warm yellow sunlight fills the room. After last night’s sleep, it’s a relief to make it to morning. I’m still tired, though, and my body feels made of lead. I rise slowly and see Alec at his desk, head bent over an open textbook. He’s twirling a pen through the fingers of one hand, a dexterous little movement that looks habitual. He probably doesn’t even notice when he’s doing it. He glances over his shoulder when I start climbing down the ladder and gives me a little nod, then returns his attention to his book. Something occurs to me as I finish buttoning up my uniform shirt. In class yesterday, I was the only one who was in just a shirt and jacket. I hadn’t realized that we were expected to wear ties every day here. But when I try to put mine on, I can’t figure it out. The knot won’t hold. It always ends up crooked or loose. “May I?” The closeness of Alec’s voice surprises me. I turn around and find he’s walking over to me, frowning at t
It’s late by the time I somehow find my way to the hockey rink. The violent scene before my eyes is unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed in my life. And this is only practice, not even a game. But the boys are being absolutely brutal with each other on the ice, where they zoom around on their skates and slam the full force of their big bodies into each other as the coach calls out orders about drills and scrimmages. Now that I’ve seen what I’m getting myself into, my anxiety about tryouts is only getting worse. Alec, Kris, Adrien and Nicholas are all here, clad in bulky gear under black and blue jerseys. They seemed so friendly with each other in class and in the dining hall, but here they’re like different people. It’s like they’ve unleashed the beasts inside them. They race across the rink at full speed, slice their hockey sticks back and forth in tight, expert movements, and shove, shoulder and knock each other down to the ice over and over, without any hesitation. Alec looks c
“No.” I try not to sound defensive. “I’ve never seen a werewolf. I just found that tattoo thing you talked about really interesting. And I’m behind in class… I might need you to catch me up.” Adrien’s face softens into a wry smile, and I feel like I can breathe again. “It’s hard for humans to uncover that kind of information.” He shrugs and reaches back into the footlocker. It’s starting to look ridiculous, the way he’s pulling so much crap out of it. But when he says, “Ah-ha!” again, he produces a battered gameboard and a black velvet drawstring bag. Adrien folds the worn, faded chessboard open atop the locker. Then he overturns the velvet bag, shuffling out a set of little plastic chess pieces. At first, I’m thrilled. I grin up at my Guide, who meets my smile with his own. This was the best possible surprise. He really meant it, when he said he’d play chess with me. But when I look back down at the board, watching as the pieces fall and roll upon the checkered surface, I su
My breath catches in my throat as I look up at the professor. But he doesn’t meet my eyes. He’s staring straight over my head, glaring at Cameron. “You’re early.” Professor Warren’s voice is razor-sharp. When I turn to face him again, I find the bully’s predatory eyes still glued on me with a spine-chilling look of sinister interest. Like I’m a new toy that he can’t wait to play with. He nods indifferently in vague acknowledgement of the professor’s words. One of his lackeys is loitering behind him, staring me down as well. Professor Warren puts a big hand on my shoulder and gently pushes me to the side. He then steps forward to square off with the bully. “Cameron, I’ll see you later at our scheduled appointment time.” “I’m busy later,” Cameron quips, still smiling. “How about right now?” “I’m done with your attitude, Cameron,” the professor snaps, returning his deep gray eyes to bore down upon the smug, smiling boy in front of him. “You too, Ethan. Now, it’s time for you both t
“What are the two absolutes when it comes to werewolves?” Several students raise their hands. The professor calls on Julien. “The first,” Julien says confidently, “is that werewolves are pack animals. They appear human at times, but they are beasts, and think like predators. The second is that the result of a werewolf bite is worse than death, and must be avoided at all costs.” The teacher sweeps a hand through the air, drawing my eyes to several open chairs. “That’s the first thing you need to know, James. Now, grab a textbook from the cupboard and take a seat wherever you like.” Then he puts his glasses back on, turns around and retreats into a shadowy corner of the room, where now I see there is a big desk made of dark, polished wood. I look over my shoulder. The woman who brought me here has vanished. I venture glances back at the twins first. They’re sitting side by side in the front row, and in the dim classroom I can’t tell which one is which, an uncertainty that makes me f
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