Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1 novel Chapter 42

Day One of Hell School

Elowen POV

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Ashrian stood at the front of the room like a dark academic god, marker in one hand, a literal staff in the other. Behind him, two new instructors stood waiting, a no nonsense woman with silver streaked braids named Professor Calla and a massive bearded human man who smelled like pine and sarcasm called Professor Glendale.

“This will be hell,” Ash announced, turning to face us. “Congratulations, you’re all about to get smarter or die trying.”

Lyssira snarked, “I vote smarter. Then hotter. Then ruling the world.”

I sighed internally. “Can we just pass English first, please?”

Rylen slouched beside me, his long legs stretched out like he had no intention of behaving. Taya sat on the other side, her cheeks still glowing from the bond mark. Jace was behind us, already doodling on the corner of his notes. Daxon had a front row seat, his posture military straight, taking this like it was war. Of course.

Professor Calla snapped her fingers. “Focus up. We’re starting with political history, werewolf pack structure, ancient treaties, failed peace accords, and the collapse of the council system.”

An hour later, I felt like my brain was leaking. By lunch, we were knee deep in theories about inter pack diplomacy and Rylen had been scolded twice for snarking about the council being a “glorified circle jerk.”

“I’m not wrong,” he muttered. “They never got anything done.”

Lyssira cackled and purred, “If he wasn’t already mated, I’d suggest making him bite you.”

I scoffed, “Shut it. Weirdo.”

We moved on to chemistry next, taught by Glendale, who threw chalk at Jace when he zoned out and made us do chemical bonding equations until my eyes crossed. Taya actually enjoyed it. Daxon nailed every question. I guessed half the time, but somehow didn’t fail.

By dinner, I was fried. We all slept like the dead.

Day Two of Learn or Die Trying

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I woke up sore, menta

silver…wait, that’s us.”

Ash doubled down on the second day with math, logic, and advanced history. Rylen actually took notes. Jace started competing with Daxon for top scores. Taya, bless her academic heart, helped me sneak study guides under the table.

By mid afternoon, we were each called to the front of the room to deliver a short summary of how fated mates may have been impacted by magical divergence. Rylen’s theory? “Magic used to weave everything together. But the species separated. So now fate’s like…a broken radio signal.”

Taya beamed at him. “Smart and hot.”

Jace fake gagged. Daxon didn’t even look up. Ash just wrote something down. “Interesting. Continue.”

By the time we hit English and grammar, I wanted to throw my textbook across the room. But Ash made it fun somehow, turning it into magical interpretation and spell linguistics. “You’ll need to understand both Latin and ancient wereglyphs,” he said. “Especially you, Elowen.”

“Why me?”

“You’re the prophecy girl. Prophecies are never written in emoji.”

Lyssira muttered sarcastically, “He’s not wrong.”

Day Three of Hell School

This time, breakfast came with nerves. We were all on edge, even Rylen who had mastered the art of fake chill. Tests were coming.

Professor Calla threw essays at us like weapons. Glendale timed us on math problems. Ashrian stood over me while I translated three spell runes and then made me write one of my own.

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