Glimmy

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.

Defy The Alpha(s)

The walk back to their hostel was a silent, heavy trudge. Violet, Lila, Ivy, and Daisy were dirty and exhausted, weighed down by the events of the night.

When they arrived at their house, they weren't alone. Clusters of students still lingered in the common area, their idle conversations dying the second they spotted the four girls.

Violet felt their stares fall on them like vultures drawn to fresh carrion. However, none of them dared to speak. Good for them. Violet was not in the mood to tolerate anyone's bullshit.

Her blood was still hot, and if anyone so much as breathed wrongly, she wouldn't mind breaking one or two noses to show an example.

The students must have sensed the murderous energy radiating off her because, like instinct-driven prey, they instinctively stepped aside, parting like the Red Sea to allow her and her roommates passage.

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