Emily At An All Boys Werewolf Academy!

Introducing the psycho.

Xander’s pov

“Have you heard ?” A voice broke the silence the moment the creaking door to my secret room opened.

It was Tristan, my childhood friend and newly promoted Beta. I shifted on the worn-out couch I was lying on and mumbled, “I don’t think I want to hear anything.” My voice came out gravelly, and I covered my eyes with my hand. “How’d you know I was down here?” I asked. This was supposed to be a secret room, connected to my apartment upstairs, BWA 345—the place I’d once shared with Jonathan before he died.

“Come on, Xander, you can’t keep doing this,” Tristan said, walking over to the single window covered by a heavy, dust-streaked curtain and flinging it open.

“Close that,” I snapped, turning away from the light that seeped in. This room was underground, so it certainly wasn’t sunlight.

“No.” His voice was firm. “I get that you want to shut yourself off from the outside world, but this... this isn’t healthy.” He turned to face me, adding with a smirk, “Even for a psycho like you.”

I grabbed the cushion under my head and chucked it at him with all the strength I could muster. “f**k off.”

How dare he lecture me? After that i***t Jonathan’s death, Tristan had cried his eyes out like a grieving widow, refusing to eat or speak to anyone. And now, just because he’s moved past it, he thinks he can come here and bother me?

Sure, I hadn’t shed a single tear for Jonathan, but this—this was my way of coping. Secretly, I was furious with him. Had he been upfront with me, maybe his death could’ve been avoided. We could’ve found a way. But no, he decided to handle everything alone, and look where that got us.

As if that wasn’t enough, after I returned from my mission and heard the news, I found a letter he’d stuffed under my door—probably right before he died. In it, he asked me to protect his sister. Me, out of all people. He wanted me to watch over someone’s loved one? He knew how I felt about the other gender, yet his dying wish was for me to nestle and protect his sister. I hated it. But still... I knew I’d have to do it. I wasn’t there when he was killed and framed for suicide, so I couldn’t ignore his last wish, could I?

Thankfully, whoever she was, she was tucked away in the suburbs, far from the harsh realities of my world. I didn’t think she’d need my help.

I looked up, and Tristan was still staring at me. “You’re still here?”

He ignored my question. “You zoned out again,” he sighed.

“Of course, I zoned out—it’s called thinking, dumbass.” I let out a snicker.

“Xander, language,” he scolded. “You’re the Duke’s son with a level-four-tier werewolf warrior title. Be more respectful. And besides, we both know it’s not just zoning out with you. It’s... more than that.” He trailed off, clearly hesitant to say the rest.

The nickname “Psycho” wasn’t just for show. If I stayed in this state too long, my wolf could lose control and go berserk. Not many people knew how to manage it. Strange as it was, Jonathan had been the one to help me control it three years ago. That’s how our friendship started.

“I get it, I get it. Now, get out. I want to be left alone for a while.” I rolled back onto my side, dismissing him.

But Tristan didn’t budge. Instead, I heard him pull up a chair beside my couch. “Are you planning to watch me sleep?” I asked, annoyed.

“Yes, if that’s what it takes to get your attention.” He scoffed, settling in.

“Fine,” I muttered. If he wanted to sit there, that was his problem.

The silence stretched on, and I could sense his frustration simmering at my indifference. Finally, he spoke up.

“You know... Jonathan’s sister is joining the academy.”

I shot up instantly. “What?”