The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0700

"Tony!" I sigh, slipping out from beneath his arm and swatting him in turn. "I already feel horrible about that, you can't -" "What the hell are you doing here?" Tony snaps, interrupting me and frowning over my shoulder towards the entrance.

I turn suddenly, surprised, and blink in the sunlight coming through the tent flap, silhouetting a figure standing there.

When he drops the flap my mouth falls open in surprise to see Perry Gibson standing there, his mouth drawn into a straight, determined line. He doesn't say anything.

Tony goes rigid, stepping slightly in front of me. "Don't come another step closer, Gibson."

"I have work to do," Gibson growls. My eyes go wide when he speaks and I see his extended canines flash.

"Here to finish Wright's job?" Tony snarls. "Always the fucking lackey, Gibson -"

My heart starts to pound even as Tony steps fully in front of me, as my eyes dart between them. No - there's no way - Gibson always tried to calm Wright down - always the voice of reason - "No," Gibson snarls, his eyes shifting to me. "This isn't for Wright. This is for Atalaxia."

Then he moves.

fast towards us as a panicked shout breaks from my lips, knives slipping from his sleeves and into his hand. Faster than should be possible, he's across the tent to me, dodging around Tony, slashing. My hands are up, blocking the blow, and I scream as I feel the knife rip across my palms. Instantly flames erupt somewhere in front of me - but I'm too panicked to aim - don't know what they're catching on - There's a guttural

as my back hits hard, Tony's body sprawled over mine. Tony gasps, thick and wet, reaching

above me draws my attention

hard at Tony on top of me, trying to get away, feeling something wet seep all over me

roar distracts

and the steel flashes to the side before a wild brown blur flashes before my vision snarling and hurling itself into Gibson,

up, baffled by all the

goes still, his hands falling to his side, and finally manage to shove him enough to sit up, panting, my eyes flashing around the tent as the woman working the

hands grapple for Tony, trying to see if he's okay - but my eyes move instinctually to Luca's wolf form as he stands panting and snarling with small flames flickering behind him, his face and jaws covered

But Tony -

still doesn't move, doesn't get up, doesn't look - doesn't

further, grabbing for him, finally

I look down at the boy who stepped in