The Academy

Prolouge

Amara

"You bitch!" Crash. Screaming and hysterical laughter follows and I take a deep breath standing outside the door to my bedroom. All I wanted was a nice quiet morning of packing but of course that was too much to ask for.

"Oh come on blondie, give me your best shot! We'll finally find out who belongs at the top of the food chain." And that's my cue. I push my door open and just before the blood shed ensues, everything is frozen by the wave of my hand, literally. I look at my best friends frozen mid fight and sigh.

"You know this does grow tiring after 18 years, I swear you two were fighting in diapers. Must I always be the peace keeper? Now knock this off or do you feel like sitting through another equality lecture by our parents." I waved my hand and watched them fall to the ground.

"I hate you." They both mumble into my carpet.

Emma was they first one to lift up her head and as soon as she did she stifled a laugh. "What did you- Nice hair! You gonna do a rain dance?"

She started rolling on the floor in fits of laughter. I glared at her wishing I could wipe that wolfie grin off her face. Rosie finally looked up at me and turned to glare at Emma. " Don't be such an adolescent! It's school rules for the mages, if you would have read the handbook you would know. They have to wear their hair in braids during orientation so they can see how long their hair is. No extensions, no excuses."

" I still think it's stupid your not aloud to cut your hair when you start to get your powers," Emma frowned.

"It's to show how powerful or in some people's minds how dangerous we are, werewolves have size, vampires have their tattoos, and mages have their hair it's required. I'd appreciate no Pocahontas jokes ," I sigh.

" plus it's not really that stupid because mages start getting their powers at 18, and their hair stops growing once their powers are in full, just like you mutts stop growing, and us vamps stop  getting their signs," Rosie chimed in.

Her comment, though made all three girls look at each other. Rosie's tattoos raked her body, her arms and legs almost completely covered she had just stopped getting them and had the same as her grandfather the oldest and strongest of his species. Emma's size was already 6"1 almost the height of her alpha father which was almost unheard of  for she-wolves she has surpassed her older brothers by a few inches. My pitch black hair that was already passing my waist that was no longer a shaved pixie cut like it was last month. We were the daughters of Night and soon the species were going to find out what our families had discovered over the summer. We were the future leaders of the Houses blessed and cursed by the goddess, not even our elder siblings or family members could deny it.

" Time to load up the car and say our goodbyes, orientation is at 2." Rosie walked out the door with a duffel bag thrown over her shoulder, Emma rolled her eyes and murmured insults following behind her, while I threw my duffel bag together. Let the games begin.