Chapter 212: History Of Lunaris

Thanks to the house war, Principal Jameson had instantly announced a campus-wide curfew. No one was allowed outside their dorms after seven p.m., and each house was to stay strictly on its own turf. If students needed something, they had to inform their house prefect.

But what about the rogues? Who would they notify if they needed anything?

Luckily for Violet, Lila, and Ivy, they didn’t require much at that moment. The three of them were sprawled on the living-room floor of the shack, bellies full from dinner, and too lazy to make a move.

It was a good thing they’d hauled back enough food, so they wouldn’t need to journey to the Silver Court for breakfast tomorrow. Even better, none of it would spoil, all thanks to Lila who had cast a quick preservation spell of some sort over it.

"The lights are going to be an issue," Ivy mumbled, glancing at her power bank, whose battery was nearly dead.

"We’ll charge our gadgets tomorrow at school," Violet told her, "and in a day or two, we can figure out hooking up the electrical lines."

The idiots in charge had cut off any supply of light to the rogues’ house. Currently, the girls relied on a stash of old candles they’d discovered in the musty storage room, left behind by the shack’s previous owners.

Amid the clutter, they’d found the candle holder, a battered stove, some skateboards that might help them zip to school, plus a hopelessly broken bicycle. There was more in there, but it was too late—and too dark—to sift through it all.

Ivy rolled to face Lila. "You have magic, so can’t you, like, charge my phone to one hundred percent or something?"

head just enough to scowl. "Don’t bother me." Then

I ever get powers," she grumbled, "I want the ability to charge anything at will. Perhaps

Lila, noting that although she was physically present, her mind was clearly somewhere else. Not just that, her eyes were distant,

Was this some Fae thing? When was Lila finally going to teach

moment, the vacant look

borrowed earlier. She

exchanged glances, and Violet spoke for them all. "Go

around so they could see. "So I spent hours digging through Lunaris’s old

of a couple. Confusion flickered across their

about them? Are we supposed to know them or what?"

the true founders of Lunaris Academy... kind of," Daisy began, taking

with no children of their own, risked their lives to shelter and protect young werewolves. They believed since the gods refused to give them a child, it was their duty to safeguard the innocent ones that the society feared, misunderstood and cut down simply

them in when no one else would. Fed them, protected them. For years, they offered sanctuary to young werewolves who had nowhere else to go, shielding

Daisy’s tone suddenly darkened.

course, those were dangerous

and Abigail’s compassion did not go unnoticed by those hostile to werewolves. They

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