The Supernatural Realms faces a harrowing prophecy—an apocalypse destined to wipe out all beings, starting with the werewolves, then witches, vampires, and finally, humans.

     To prevent this, the werewolf high council formed a pact with other creatures on earth. Each realm would send a candidate to the Brookshigh Academy. 

The goal was to discover if an alliance/bond between an Alpha and a representative from another realm could produce a bond powerful enough to stop the impending apocalypse.  

    This year, the humans have chosen Hope. 

    When Hope’s sister vanished without a trace from Brookshigh Academy years ago, Hope never believed she’d follow in her footsteps. But with nothing left to lose, she accepted a scholarship to the very same school.

What she discovers inside isn’t what she expected. Brookshigh isn’t just an academy, it’s a den of Alphas, it wasn't  what it's portrayed to be. Beneath its prestigious facade lies a brutal hierarchy, where power is currency, and the weak are prey.

Hope's arrival disrupts the status quo, catching the attention of not just the academy's most formidable Alphas but most powerful supernatural Villains and representatives. 

    
Caught between ruthless supernatural factions and hunted by enemies she wasn't aware her parents had made,  Hope must survive a world where all she thought was a lie and fiery tale was living, breathing and asking for her love. 

    She knew  it was all a game of survival here. 

But she has vowed that in  this dangerous Den of Alphas, she won’t just be a pawn in their games. She will be the wild card that changes the rules forever.

The dinner with the Alphas isn't totally bad, I must say. They all insist I take a bit of their gift. Finn is ready to offer me all of his healing gift to be sure I'm alive and well, but I know Brookshigh won't survive a full day without his gift, so I siphon a little.


I take a little bit of Asher's compelling gift, a little bit of Eli's. Jeremy blatantly refuses me any, believing that handling his gifts might get me killed since he's more of a faerie than a werewolf, and there might be complications. He's not sure about that, though, but he's also not ready to find out. Neither am I.


Yeah, you're right. Kaleb fucking Dimitrov. Like how the hell am I even supposed to use a gun? I'm just eighteen, for God's sake! But then, on the bright side, killing a trained assassin must require a fucking weapon, so I steal it after rejecting it in his face.


Chapter 108 - THE LUNAS CHOOSING GAME