<h4>Chapter 45: First Day of the Term</h4>


    <strong>Evaline:</strong>


    The Academy uniform fit better than I expected.


    It was tailored in deep navy with silver ents. The zer hugged my waist just right, with the Silver Moon Academy crest embroidered neatly over the left side of my chest. The skirt was modest, pleated, and brushed just above my knees, paired with soft ck stockings and low-heeled boots.


    I buttoned thest silver sp and nced at my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognized the girl looking back. I looked healthier, the color had returned my pale face and there was a quiet steadiness in my posture, as if my spine had learned how to hold strength instead of shame.


    Was I really the same Evaline from a week ago? Let alone the one from two months ago The? The girl who ran for days through the woods, hiding from the betrayal and the brothers?


    I straightened the cor of my blouse and brushed a hand over my t belly. The first term wouldst from September to January. All I needed to do was to keep my pregnancy a secret by then.


    I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy task, but I was determined to find a way.


    The room behind me was quiet as my mysterious roommate had left before dawn, slipping out silently like a shadow.


    After onest look in the mirror, I grabbed my bag and headed out to meet Mallory and Kyros.


    They were already waiting in the dorm’smon area. Mallory was wearing the uniform like she had been born in it - sharp and proud. Kyros was looking just as perfect and... nerdy. It was his appearance that fooled people at first nce. He smiled the moment he noticed me.


    "Woah," Mallory said as her eyes widened. "Someone’s glowing today."


    I blinked. "What?"


    Kyrosughed. "She’s right. You look... good. Strong."


    "Must be the uniform," I muttered though a small smile crept to my lips.


    We walked together to the main building where the dining hall was located. The morning air was crisp and cool against our skin. Mist was clinging low to the grass, and above us, the sky was pale with dawn light, streaked with soft golds and blues.


    The dining hall was buzzing just like the previous evening as students had filled up the ce. The only difference was that now everyone was dressed in their uniforms.


    I filled my tray with two boiled eggs, a cup of mixed berries, a sandwich, and a cup of herbal tea. I was making sure to eat a bnced diet as I had promised myself that I would do this right.


    As we ate, chatter filled the room. The first-years were mostly looking nervous, while the second and third years looked like they owned the ce. There were more staff members present todaypared to yesterday, but I still hadn’t seen any professors.


    Once breakfast ended, Mallory checked the ss list. "Alright," she said, tapping her phone. "First ss is at the East Wing. ’Werewolf Law and Pack Hierarchy’ with Professor Alden."


    Selene groaned. "Great. A lecture to start the year."


    Weughed while grabbing our bags and making our way across the courtyard.


    The East Wing was filled with the smell of old parchment and lemon polish. We slipped into the lecture hall with minutes to spare and found seats near the middle.


    The room was tiered like an amphitheater, with rows of stone benches and desks, and arge ckboard at the front.


    The sound a bell filled the Academy momentster, announcing the start of the first official day of the new term.


    Professor Alden entered a momentter. He was a tall, gray-haired man with sharp eyes. He didn’t waste a second.


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    "Wee to Silver Moon," he began and his voice boomed. "This is not your average academy. Here, you are not just students, but heirs of a world that lives in secrecy and survival. Understanding that world begins with its rules."


    We dove into a brief summary on the structure of packs, the responsibilities of Alphas, Betas, Enforcers, and Omegas. We learned about packws - ancient codes, inter-pack treaties, and the fragile bnce that kept werewolf society from tearing itself apart.


    By the end of the lecture, my notebook was nearly full.


    Next, we had Werewolf History and Politics. Professor Elira was a young woman with wild red curls and a whip-smart attitude. She spoke about the historical wars between Northern and Southern packs, the rise of rogue alliances, and the impact of human technology on werewolf secrecy.


    "Always remember," she said as she paced at the front. "Humans may be fragile, but they are clever. The age of silver bullets is over. They don’t need to shoot to kill anymore... just expose us."


    A chill ran down my spine at herst words.


    After that came Lunar Energy and Moon Cycles. It was taught in one of the Academy’s towers. It was a smaller ss, held in a circr room with ss walls and a perfect view of the distant waterfall.


    We learned how the moon affected our senses, instincts, and even our magic. The professor showed us how to track our strength levels using lunar charts, and what rituals helped in maintaining control during full moons.


    Kyros was busy jotting down notes furiously. And Mallory, she was leaning back in her chair, watching the professor with the same expression she used while listening to music.


    As for me? I felt all of it settle into my bones.


    This wasn’t just school.


    It was survival. Knowledge. Power.


    By lunch, we were starving again. We found Noah already seated at a table, surrounded by two other boys who were apparently his and Kyros’ dorm mates. They seemed friendly enough, and we all talked through our break.


    "You get used to it," Noah said. "Or you pretend to."


    After lunch, our final ss was Wolf Psychology and Emotional Regtion. It wasn’t a subject I hadn’t expected but quickly realized was vital. The professor, a soft-spoken woman named Rhea, spoke of the emotional ties between wolves, pack bonding, imprinting, grief, rage, and instincts.


    "This ss will help you understand not just yourselves, but each other," she said. "Control starts in the mind, not the ws."


    And the ss continued for an entire hour...!


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