LOGINMeanwhile...Far away from the rain-soaked halls of the Supernatural Academy...The atmosphere within the Crimson Blood Pack couldn't have been more different.Where one heart sat drowning beneath the weight of fear...Another threatened to burst from sheer excitement.Anastasia simply couldn't wait for the rain to disappear. She had been awake long before dawn.Truthfully...She wasn't entirely convinced she'd slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, the same thought found its way back into her mind.Family Hunting Season.The words alone were enough to make an unstoppable smile bloom across her face.Her heart gave a delighted little leap every single time the thought crossed her mind.It came only once a year… Just once! Yet every single year, she awaited it with the very same boundless excitement she had carried since years back.Time had never dulled that excitement.If anything… It had only grown stronger.To anyone else, it was simply another family tradition.To Anastasia
His mind betrayed him almost immediately, conjuring possibilities far crueler than reality had any right to be.Maybe they're waiting until lunch.Maybe after school...Maybe they want everyone watching this time.His chest tightened painfully.Then, a thought crept into his mind.One that filled him with quiet shame.He almost preferred the days when they attacked him the moment he walked in.At least then...He knew.There was no waiting, no wondering, no endless imagining of what they might do next.The waiting was always worse.Because fear had time to grow.His eyes drifted towards the boys again.They hadn't moved… They were still watching him.The knot in his stomach twisted tighter.He had learned, long ago, not to trust moments of peace.They never lasted… Not for people like him.Bullies didn't simply stop.They waited, watched, planned… And when they finally came...They always made sure it was worse than before.His fingers slowly curled into trembling fists beneath the de
For several long seconds, he couldn't move.His chest tightened until every breath felt shallow, his fingers clenching around the strap of his satchel in a nervous habit he no longer noticed.His thoughts turned against him almost instantly.What if they're waiting?What if the moment I walk in... it all starts again?What if everyone remembers?His throat went dry.Then, almost without realizing it, his lips parted."...But I'm nothing more than a low-class..."The words escaped in little more than a broken whisper.They were so quiet they barely reached his own ears. Yet they struck harder than any insult ever had.Somewhere along the way...They had stopped being their words. They had become his.He lowered his head and took a shaky breath.It didn't help.The fear remained…And so did the voice in his head... the one that sounded more and more like his own.Slowly, he raised his hand.It stopped just inches from the handle.His fingers hovered there, trembling, unable to close the
The accusation came out laden with genuine horror.Lucien immediately looked offended.His brows drew together as though she had just accused him of committing a personal betrayal."Forgot what?"Anastasia stared at him.Then gasped… Not a dramatic gasp or one of her usual exaggerated ones. But a real gasp.The very kind born from pure disbelief."Tomorrow… Our family hunting season!"The words burst out of her.As though the very idea of forgetting such an important event was unthinkable.Silence followed…For exactly one second.Then!Anana laughed… A soft laugh at first… Then a fuller one.Beside her, Lucien released a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.The reaction immediately made Anastasia suspicious.Her eyes narrowed slowly.She looked at Anana… Then at Lucien… Then back at Anana again."You did forget."The accusation came with renewed certainty."We did not."Lucien's response was immediate.Anana nodded in agreement, amusement still moving in her eyes."Not when
The moment the carriage rolled to a stop, the door flew open.Anastasia stepped out.Almost immediately, her eyes found them… her parents, patiently waiting.The smile that spread across her face was instantaneous… so bright, effortless, and utterly impossible to contain."Mother!""Father!"Without a second thought, she broke into a sprint.Servants nearby immediately stepped aside while several guards exchanged knowing smiles.They had seen this countless times before… No matter how old Anastasia became, this part never changed.She charged across the courtyard like a tiny storm."Father!"Lucien barely had time to open his arms before she launched herself at him.The impact would have knocked most people backwards.Lucien didn't even move.A laugh escaped him as he caught her effortlessly, one arm wrapping around her waist as though she weighed absolutely nothing."There she is."Anastasia immediately threw both arms around his neck.The grin on her face could have rivaled the sun
Anana blinked."What?"Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly."What are you thinking about?"For a moment, she looked away.And that alone told him everything he needed to know.The concern in his gaze deepened.Because now he was certain… Something was bothering her.His grip tightened ever so slightly around her hand."My woman..."The words came out low and gentle.Lucien lifted his free hand and carefully tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.His fingers lingered for a moment.A small breath escaped Anana.A faint smile touched his lips."You forget who you're talking to."His gaze remained fixed on hers."I've spent too many years loving you to miss a face like this."His thumb brushed lightly against her cheek."You can smile for the entire world if you want."His voice softened further."But you can't hide from me."The warmth in his eyes never wavered."So tell me what's troubling you."Neither of them rushed the silence.Lucien simply waited.And eventually...Anana relente
He wrote a single word beneath the drawing.ADVANTAGEThe white stone scratched softly across the board.Several students leaned forward in their seats. Others hurriedly copied the word into their memory parchment.The teacher stepped back and looked at the class.“Tell me,” he said. “What is stren
This time, the question carried weight. Not spoken casually but rather spoken carefully, as though it might summon attention they couldn’t handle.“She’s really that young?” another voice followed, low and disbelieving, almost unsettled by the sight in front of them.A pause…Then a sharper whisper
By the next morning, preparations had already been made for Anastasia to begin school.Not just any school… But the very academy where supernatural children were sent immediately after their first manifestation.The Supernatural Academy.The moment the large black carriage rolled through the academ
“...AHH…!”Anastasia jolted upright violently, the terrified cry tearing from her throat before she could stop it.Her small body trembled against the sheets while shaky breaths escaped her unevenly, broken… almost painful, it felt as though fear itself had wrapped too tightly around her chest.Swe







