Werewolf Academy

FOUR

FOUR [NEW]

We were shortly dismissed right after the six-hour exam. I'm feeling at ease now that it's over. It was a handful, and it was also brain draining.

"How were your exams?" Axel questions us before he takes a bite of his burger.

We're gathered around a table at one of the fast-food restaurants in the academy. Unlike other packs that are used to mingling with others, we like to keep to ourselves.

"It was easy," Tony casually replies with a cool voice and a smirk.

Harris rolls his eyes at him, "You're like the dumbest person I know. How was that easy for you?"

"Harris," my brother warns, using his deep tone.

Harris mumbles something but doesn't make any more snide remarks against Tony.

"Believe me," Tony says convincingly, "I thought it was easy."

I wouldn't doubt that. It's been a ritual in our pack to make sure that we are well educated. At an early age, children are given advanced lessons to help exercise their brains to prepare for the next term. Everyone was also required to know the anatomy and physiology of werewolves, where it would help us know more about our bodies and have perfect control over our beasts.

Axel puts on a raised eyebrow, "But you know you're not supposed to get an above-average, right?" He asks Tony, with a voice only we can decipher.

"Of course, my dedication to our pack is the most important," he replies.

I hear a hum of approval from the rest of the members.

Although I was the one who was strictly commanded to lie low in this academy, the members had thought to do the same thing. Our pack isn't known to be great in anything, and we'd like other werewolves to continue to think of it in that context. We live simple flourishing lives that help us attain the essential things in our life.

My father and his family had always viewed the werewolf council as barbaric. Their selfishness has brought the werewolf community to its crisis. We are obliged to follow the rules from a committee that uses an aggressive force; this is not what the goddess wants from us. We've let her down.

"I don't like the atmosphere here," Jasmine pipes up.

I mentally agree with her. There's something off-putting. I know there's a motive. Everyone knows there's a motive.

"We can't do anything but bear with it," Axel replies before taking a bit of his food.

"You know what happens when werewolves speculate the council," Athena, one of our medics, reply.

They are taken and tortured. It's nothing new.

They only take people who are the best of the best. They specifically choose alphas and elders who know nothing but control. It's sad and disappointing how we've let such rulers take over.

My mother teaches werewolf history in our age group. When I'd have private sessions with her, she would discuss about the elites. There were only a handful of them, yet they'd rule the werewolves with equality and freedom. They elites listened to the people, and most decision makings were agreed upon by the majority of werewolves with the acknowledgment of the elites.

I wish we could savior those times. Sad to say, an underground movement was happening, and all elites were tortured to their deaths.

"Bree," I hear my subconscious nag at me. "Bree," there it is again.