CHAPTER 272 ACADEMY

Korbyn hated this place and everything it represented. When he was being trained as a spy, he thought he would be dispatched to the human world or somewhere else beyond his feeble imagination. This made him finish as the top spy in his batch because he expected nothing less of the position and the location he would be given, but his brother Bourne wasn’t about to give in to his wishes. Instead, he was sent to infiltrate the rival pack, the Hidden Horns. Korbyn clenched his fists as he stood outside of the academy, watching students his age come to learn the history and culture of being a werewolf. They should be outside hunting, not in a school setting. Everything about this place felt wrong to him, and it wasn’t just the oppressive stench of modernity creeping in. The smell of a particular girl lingered in the air like a poison slowly seeping into his skin. He had clamored for adventure in the human world, something that would fascinate him and require him to use his talents.