Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. 

To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna.

This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. 

Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. 

To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. 

Yet, they all have their eyes on her.

They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all.

"It's me he wants," Violet said out loud.


"I know that," Griffin replied. "Someone apparently recorded you rending the warehouse into nothing, and the extra drama of you floating in the air with Alaric." He added quickly, "Although, for the record, the scene of you falling to the ground is breaking the internet right now."


"Floating in the air is not dramatic," Violet pouted. "And I just don't have control over it." That was her excuse for both the floating and the falling.


Violet wished she could see the video herself, but of course, her phone was gone. Again. Not that it was her fault — they'd been neck-deep in one crisis after another lately, and her poor devices had paid the price. 


She'd lost count of how many phones had met their tragic end by now. On the bright side, her mates were always there to replace them over and over again.


Griffin went on, "The point is, Elijah's here. And no doubt, his men are already searching for us."


Chapter 613 - Strange Sky