Emily At An All Boys Werewolf Academy!

robbed me of everything

Emily's pov

The short run up the stairs to the dorm I’d been assigned to wasn’t long, but it left me more breathless than a 45-minute jog. I was sure I had angered a few more people with my comment earlier, but honestly, I didn’t care that much. They’d provoked me first, and the real reason I wasn’t dwelling on their reactions was because of him—the perfect specimen of a man.

My thoughts kept drifting back to him, that flawless werewolf figure I’d just seen. My photographic memory refused to erase his chiselled face, his piercing gaze. I’d never seen anyone so handsome in my entire life—no joke. Even my brother wouldn’t stand a chance if he stood next to that man. Who was he anyway?

I opened the door to my apartment and found Reo hurrying out the door.

“Good morning, Ms. Emily, how was your run?” he greeted with a bow.

“Morning,” I replied, my tone casual. “It was... eventful. Heading out?”

“Yes, I’ll be preparing breakfast for you, Ms. Emily,” he answered respectfully.

I sighed, feeling uncomfortable. I had told him to speak comfortably since we were the same age, but he still insisted on the formalities.

“Alright. I’ll just head up to take a shower.” I glanced at him, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness.

“Alright, then I will be back soon. Goodbye, Ms. Emily,” he said with a wave as he left.

I closed the door behind him and headed for the shower. On my to-do list today was to get my room changed to my brother’s, find his friends, and... visit the river where they said he had jumped in—the place where he died. At first, I wanted to do everything first thing in the morning, but I quickly realized that wouldn’t be the smartest choice. I wasn’t familiar with the academy’s rules, and taking unnecessary risks would be plain stupid.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried my hair and paused as I reached for my lavender-scented lotion. I couldn’t wear it; the werewolves here were far too sensitive to scents. They’d probably think I was doing it deliberately to provoke them. So, I settled for the scentless lotion my mother had prepared for me. She’d used it often during her time as a warrior.

Next, I reached for my brother’s uniform for the day. We’d be learning about transformation in the first class, and though it wasn’t mandatory, beginners like me had to attend, especially since I hadn’t met my wolf yet. My throat tightened as I looked at the uniform—a blue and black tight-fit fighting suit made of elastic material to allow for maximum comfort while shifting. It would probably be loose on me, but that wasn’t the point.

A lump formed in my throat as a vivid image of him wearing that suit flashed in my mind. He’d worn it just a few weeks ago, the last time I saw him. He’d come home as usual, dressed in the uniform with a blazer and pants over it. I had opened his bedroom door without knocking, and he’d been changing. He’d raised his voice when he saw me, something he never did, and I couldn’t help but smile at the rare sight. That was the last time I saw him.

I missed him. His grave was still fresh, still moist, but I swore to myself I would find his killer. Whoever had taken him away had robbed me of everything.

“Ms. Emily!” Reo’s panicked voice echoed up the stairs, snapping me back to reality. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes, taking a deep breath as I finished getting ready.