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)

They forced them out of their bedroom without any care for their appearance. Luckily, Violet had chosen a pair of boy's shorts and a singlet before bed, unlike her usual pants and shirts. With the cold weather, the others had opted for pajamas as well, though the thin fabric clung to their damp skin as the rain continued to pour.

The storm hadn't relented since the night before. If anything, it pounded harder now, soaking them to the bone as they walked through the downpour. The sky crackled with lightning crashes, emitting silvery lights like unyielding stormy tears, while thunder boomed above like the distant growl of some sorrowful beast.

Violet instinctively knew this storm was Alaric's doing. The thunder boy's heart was broken, and it was her fault. The guilt weighed heavy in her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her vision blurred with tears mixed with rain, and her foot slipped on the wet ground.

Death House