Moonlit Vows Of Vengeance-Chapter 64: Awake Again

Someone’s hand touched my forehead gently. I turned my head toward the voice.

"It’s okay, Athena. You’re awake."

Lira’s face hovered over me, worry etched deep in her eyes. Relief flooded me just seeing her. "Lira... what happened?"

"You fainted after that... that thing with your... wolf," she whispered. "Everyone was stunned."

I groaned, struggling to recall what happened. The duel. Kaelin. The wolf. "I... I couldn’t use my magic... but then the moon..."

Lira nodded slowly. "We saw it too. Your eyes. And your wolf... it was like a beast came to life. It scared everyone."

I clenched my fists, frustration and exhaustion swirling inside me. "I don’t understand. I didn’t want anyone to see that."

"Neither did I," Lira said softly. "But you can’t hide what you are. Maybe it’s time to accept it."

I shook my head, pain flashing behind my eyes. "If they knew what I really am... they’d never accept me."

Lira’s grip tightened. "You’re not alone, Athena. I believe in you."

A faint sound echoed from the corridor—footsteps, then a voice I didn’t want to hear.

Kaelin. "She’s awake? Good. Let’s finish this."

My heart sank as I heard the cold confidence in Kaelin’s tone.

Lira helped me to my feet. "You’re stronger than you think. We’ll face her together."

I nodded, the weight of what was coming settling on my shoulders. The duel wasn’t over yet.

I stood in the courtyard, my heart pounding, the tension thick enough to choke on. Lira’s smug smile made my skin crawl—she was already circling, eager to finish what she started. My muscles tensed, ready to defend, even if I still didn’t fully understand the strange power lurking inside me.

"Ready to lose again, wolf?" Kaelin sneered, twirling her wand between her fingers like a blade.

My jaw clenched, anger sparking behind my eyes. I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could say a word, a sharp voice cut through the air.

"Athena! You’re needed. Right now."

I turned, spotting the instructor striding toward me, his expression unreadable but serious. Confusion twisted inside me—needed? Here? What was going on?

"Wait," I started, but he only gave a curt nod.

Without another word, he gestured, and shimmering runes appeared beneath my feet—glowing softly, ancient symbols pulsing with power. Before I could react, a gentle force lifted me off the ground, carrying me forward.

My breath hitched, fear and curiosity swirling in my chest as I floated through the hallways, every step drawing me closer to the unknown.

Finally, the runes dissipated, and I found myself standing before a large door. The instructor gestured silently, and I stepped inside.

The room was vast, dimly lit, shadows folding into corners where no light reached. At the far end sat a figure—tall, regal, eyes sharp as a hawk’s. freewebnøvel.coɱ

The principal.

He didn’t speak at first. Instead, he raised his hands, tracing glowing runes in the air. The magic swirled and wrapped around me, lifting me slightly off the floor, my body is weightless under the invisible power.

Then, his voice came calm, cold, but carrying an edge of wonder.

"So... you’re the possible reincarnation of a goddess, hmm?"

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. Reincarnation of a goddess? Me? The girl who can’t even control her powers?

Before I could respond, the principal’s gaze bore into me, heavy with questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

His words echoed again inside my head like a thunderclap. Reincarnation of a goddess? I wanted to laugh—maybe it was some cruel joke. But the weight of his stare kept me silent, frozen in place.

I struggled to steady my breathing. "I—I don’t understand," I finally managed, voice barely above a whisper. "I’m just... me. A werewolf. That’s all I know."

The principal’s eyes softened just a fraction, but the intensity remained. "That ’all’ you know is a danger and a blessing intertwined. Your power—"

He paused as if choosing words carefully.

"—is unlike anything this academy has seen in centuries. It defies our understanding of magic. It is raw, ancient, and tied to forces beyond mere spells and runes."

I felt a shiver crawl down my spine. Raw, ancient power? I thought about the wolf that had appeared in the moonlight—how it vanished as quickly as it came, leaving me weak and breathless.

He stepped closer, voice dropping. "That is why your inability to wield magic as others do is no failure—it is protection. Your power shields itself, hiding from those who would seek to control or destroy it."

I wanted to ask him so many questions. How did he know? Why me? But all I could do was stare at him, heart pounding in a mixture of fear and something else—hope.

He nodded slowly as if reading my thoughts. "You are not weak, Athena. But you are dangerous. And until you learn to control what lies beneath, you will walk a path few can follow."

The runes glowed faintly again, lowering me gently back to the floor.

"Rest now. You have much to discover. The tests will continue, but be patient. Your time will come."

Then, without another word, he motioned to the door. The instructor was waiting, and as I left the room, the weight of the principal’s words settled over me like a cloak—heavy, but not unwelcome.

I shook my head slowly, trying to shove the principal’s words away like unwelcome shadows. Reincarnation of a goddess? Ancient power? It sounded like something from the stories I’d heard in passing, fairy tales told to scare children or inspire legends. Not real. Not me.

I clenched my fists, biting back the frustration. "I don’t believe you," I whispered, mostly to myself. "I’m just a werewolf. Nothing more..."

Even as the words left my lips, doubt gnawed at me. If I truly was so dangerous, why couldn’t I even conjure a simple spark during the tests? Why did my magic refuse me? No, this had to be a mistake. No way at all, it has to be some sort of misunderstanding.