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  The Bloodwood Academy Shifter

  Semester Two

  Rae Foxx

  Text Copyright ©2019 by Rae Foxx

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  Published by Market Street Books

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  Printed in USA

  This Edition, August 2019

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  The Story Doesn’t End There…

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  Chapter 1

  It’s not like I wanted a mother fucking parade, but a day off school would’ve been nice. Especially since this school had the asinine idea of holding school in summer.

  Not fucking summer school either, actual classes, tests, and grades--in the summer.

  Who said it was okay to continue with school during the summer?

  Nicky the bitch, that’s who.

  One fucking day without school, Nicky, is that too much to ask?

  Not only did I expose a secret underground ring of crazies that wanted my head on a pike or blood on the ground. I also had been blind-sided by the whole, ‘your daddy is the first wolf and you’re like the daughter of a god’ thing I had going on.

  Oh, and the fucking Alpha had challenged me to my place in the pack.

  So, I either had to bite his head off and become the new Alpha or leave the pack. Let’s say that one option was standing out. It wasn’t the head biting one.

  I was not a leader and had no interest in being one.

  I just had the worst semester ever. All this girl wanted was to stand in the shower for the next hour, miss my first class, and go stalk my vampire mate down in his subterranean Keep.

  Instead, I was taking a quick shower thanks to having woken up late, accompanied by the sounds of my roommate brushing her teeth with furious haste.

  I had chosen to do that in the shower.

  “You are wasting time, Ivy!” Scarlet shouted from the other side of the shower curtain, the sounds muffled by brushing before she spat into the sink. “Who the fuck cares what you smell like.”

  “I care what I smell like, and right now I smell like the backside of a witch's ass.”

  “Probably because you killed one last week!” Scarlet called gleefully, still basking in her post-ninja Scarlet success. “Better than smelling like Howl’s backside.”

  She mumbled that last part, but I heard it anyway.

  “You better not know what Howl’s backside smells like,” I grumbled, spitting, rinsing, and throwing the shower curtain back without even bothering to turn off the water. It sprayed over the floor and Scarlet gave me a look, toothbrush in her mouth, foaming like a rabid wolf, or fox in her case. Yes, I was well aware that was more my wolf talking than me. I would leave her to clean up the water. She deserved it.

  I stuck my tongue out at her and went back to rinsing off the soap; although I didn’t replace the curtain.

  Somewhere between being mated to three possible sex-gods and shifting on the regular, I’d gotten used to being naked. Nip slip me was no more, I was a full tits-out gal now. Although I wasn’t about to ditch the red bra.

  “Well, whoever’s butt you smell like, you better get yours in gear. We have class in ten. I am sure they are going to mention something about our murderous rampage in the basement and I don’t want to miss it.”

  “Or whisper-stare at me about Pater’s duel to the death.” I tried to make a joke, really I did. It fell so flat I think my boobs started to sag.

  “Either way,” Scarlet said, trying not to show her own dread at the possibility that I might not have a head by the end of the week. “If we are late, we are going to miss it. Grab yourself a thong and a skirt and let’s go.”

  I was halfway out of the bathroom when I froze. “A thong and a skirt?”

  “Yeah, aren’t you expecting mate number four to show up soon? Better be ready. Easier access, right?” I almost slugged her.

  “If that’s all it takes, I’ve got a few you can borrow. We can stop at the library later and leave that virginity of yours behind,” I wagged a finger at her as I vetoed the thong I had been planning to wear for a black lacy number with more coverage.

  Seeing as I had a date with Saxon later, I was sure I would get more action than she did.

  Damn.

  I was starting to feel bad for her. She had no idea what she was missing. I needed to hook the girl up, preferably before I lost my head.

  I speed-buttoned my white shirt over my favorite red bra as we tore from the room, both of us still buttoning and clasping and checking the contents of our bags.

  “One of these days we’ll be on time,” Scarlet mumbled as we sped through the near-empty halls.

  The power walk to class felt like more of a fashion show than a trip to get an education. There weren’t many in the halls, but every eye was on me, multiple people whispering behind their hands.

  Oh, gossip bitch, you cruel mistress. If you think you can get me down, you have another thing coming.

  I didn’t cower like Scarlet. I did the exact opposite. I went into a full-on strut, baby. John Travolta’s got nothing on me. The fact that I hadn’t buttoned my shirt correctly made the whole thing that much better.

  That’s right. Get your eye full of the baddest bitch in town—school—whatever.

  “What the hell, Ivy?” Scarlet hiss-moaned, her hand wrapping around mine as she tried to pull me down. “Will you stop that… whatever that is.”

  “It’s swagger.” I could no longer contain the laughter bubbling from my throat.

  “Whatever. You look like some frat boy after adding a notch to his belt.”

  Damn. “Way to lay it on thick.”

  “At least you don’t smell like Howl’s ass anymore.”

  I would have slugged her if I wasn’t laughing so hard I’d tripped over my own feet. Tripping right into homeroom and Howl, who was conducting morning announcements as he leaned against the desk in his usual fashion, like the super sexy son of the Alpha he was.

  ‘I heard that.’

  ‘Good, that was the point. You are a super sexy wolf-god.’

  He gave me a look as we busted through the door, his eyes immediately darting down to the mismatched buttons on my shirt. Every head turned as he growled, shock and fear rippling through the shifters as they looked from me to Howl to Selene.

  Okay, I guess word hadn’t traveled as fast as I thought.

  I fixed my shirt as Howl blasted through the mind-numbingly boring announcements about chess club and bullshit like that.

  If only everyone had a harem, they’d be too busy for chess club. Although I am sure they would fi
nd better uses for the pieces.

  I backed up out of that erotic daydream as quickly as I could. I didn’t need my mind going there, especially with sex-god Howl wagging his eyebrows at me.

  “That’s it for today,” Howl finished, thankfully pulling my mind out of the gutter. “Any questions?”

  I tensed, giving everyone around me shifty eyes as I placed a few mental bets as to which was going to come up first. There were only mumbles of no or wordless head shakes as students continued to doodle on their papers.

  What the hell? Where was the awe, the surprised relief? I looked to Howl in question, but the guy was tight-lipped as he shook his head and wandered over to where I was quickly gathering my stuff.

  “What is going on?” I asked in as much of a hushed whisper as I could, Scarlet and the kitty cat twins already making their way over.

  “We’ve been instructed not to speak of what happened,” Howl said with a snarl, leading us all toward the door. I guess he didn’t have Saenger first period anymore either.

  “Not to speak of it?” Evan said in a mimic of Howl. Well, a disgusted Howl.

  “How will anyone know about carred cheese?” Owen echoed with the same tone.

  “Carred cheese lives on,” Howl said, all of us bolting through the hallway to homeroom. “They couldn’t cover that up. Everything else…”

  Howl stopped in place, turning to face us at the intersection of two hallways.

  “I wouldn’t talk about it guys,” Howl said, running his hands through his hair before he pulled me into him, the closer proximity sending a buzz through me, my wolf relaxing. I hadn’t even realized that I was so tense.

  God, this whole mate touching thing was clearly a real thing. My wolf growled contentedly. I leaned into him, grateful when his arm wrapped around my waist.

  “I don’t know what’s going on,” Howl continued as if happy wolves were completely normal. “But it’s nothing good. All weekend my dad was away, I didn’t see Selene, Jackson, any of them. Not until this morning when he gave me the decree of silence.”

  “Decree of Silence?” I cringed and Howl’s hands trailed up and down my spine. “That sounds ominous.”

  “It is,” Owen provided, no longer disgusted with his lack of carred cheese fame. “If that’s what happened, then Howl’s right. We need to lay low. Well, you guys do.” He gestured to me, Howl, and Scarlet.

  “Owen and I are innocent. No punishments for us,” Evan tacked on. Before anyone could interject, the twins were gone. Leaving the three of us alone, Scarlet looked about ready to pee herself.

  “It’s not that bad,” Howl yelled after them, but they were already gone. It was only us and a few confused students that couldn’t figure out why Howl was yelling. “Just be smart. I’ll track down Saxon later. But plan on a meeting.”

  I nodded, Scarlet trembled, and Howl leaned down, his lips pressing against mine parting them before kissing me on the nose.

  ‘Let me know if you need me,’ he kissed my nose again, ‘I’ll be there in moments.’

  I kissed him once more before he left, Scarlet and I standing in the middle of the hallway like shivering poodles.

  “If I end up living as a fox eating rats for the rest of my life because of this, I’ll never forgive you.”

  I rolled my eyes at Scarlet’s drama.

  “You aren’t going to have to eat rats for the rest of your life.” I shook my head and grabbed her arm, dragging her after me. “They don’t want people to know how much of a group of freaky losers they are. I mean, we totally beat their asses!”

  “But why cover it up?” Scarlet whispered as the last bell rang. “Unless they don’t want anyone to know why Nicky got canned.”

  “Hmmm, in that case, we might have to let the news slip.”

  This semester Scarlet and I had Economics right after Homeroom. Who knew what shifters had to do with economics, but I was already too late to find out. We rushed down the stairs and to the class, both of us busting through the door as the teacher was about to start. Ignoring the old lady’s glare, I plopped into my seat and reached for my bag, which was no longer full of boring old textbooks, but also contained a light blue piece of paper. My heart gave an almighty swoop.

  Fuck me twice and call me pretty. I knew who that note was from.

  A guy who had, in fact, fucked me twice and called me pretty.

  I had never considered myself a swoony girl, but damn, here we were.

  I’d opened the note, ready to ignore the teacher’s opening lecture and get lost in Finn’s swirly writing when the heavy metal door to the classroom burst open and about five people stomped in.

  Nicky led the way.

  Mother fucking Nicky was still in the school.

  Meaning she was still in charge.

  I was ready to bolt out of my desk, my snarling wolf ready to rip her face off. With one panicked look from Scarlet, I settled my human side; although my wolf had no interest in doing so. She was growling loud enough that everyone turned including Nicky, who spun on me, her face stretching into a slow mischievous smile.

  “Excuse me, Ms. Frawn,” Nicky said to the old woman who looked as confused as everyone else. “I’m sorry to barge in like this, but there is an urgent matter that must be addressed.”

  “Yes?” The woman was a teacher and even she was shivering in Nicky’s slime-ball stare.

  “Ivy Potter!” Nicky called my name like she was judge, jury, and executioner. Well, more like maul and eat-on-er. Her wolf was looking at me, and damn the bitch was hungry. It was hard to restrain myself from going full wolf on her when she gave me a look like that.

  Was she ready for round two? I was so down for that.

  Maybe best not to jump to conclusions.

  “Yes?” I stood too fast and my chair fell to the ground with a clatter.

  “We have come to escort you from the premises. You are being expelled from Bloodwood Academy.”

  Chapter 2

  “What the fuck are you on about?” I nearly screamed, but it didn’t matter. No one would have heard me over the instant explosion of gossip and sniggering that took over the room with her announcement.

  Fucking Nicky. I had no clue why she was there; let alone why she was amping up the wicked schoolmarm all of a sudden. Even her hair was up in a bun. All she needed was a few pencils, half-moon glasses and a hundred years of wrinkles. She could be the librarian’s twin sister.

  “Excuse me?” Nicky said, that dumb-ass smirk she always had making her look like she tried to snort a lemon. “Gather your things, Ivy. It’s time to go.”

  “Go where?” I was standing, but I wasn’t about to take a step in either direction. “You can’t make me go anywhere.”

  “As the headmaster of this school, I assure you that I can.” She was smirking. The fucking bitch was smirking.

  What in the ever-loving witch pimple was going on here? We kicked her ass. We found her in a blood-covered basement talking about sacrificing me. Pater had taken her to the dungeon or some shit…

  And then Pater had challenged me for my spot in the pack.

  Man, we were fucking stupid not to have put that together before now.

  I chanced a glance to Scarlet, who looked five shades paler than she was supposed to be, her eyes wide and shaking.

  So, the decree of silence was making sense. Mystery one solved.

  She may be lord dictator of this place, but that didn’t mean I was going to go quietly.

  “Okay, puppy princess,” I said, just for the fun of making her bristle. Probably a mistake, given that the men on either side of her were Anatoly’s Gorilla buddies. “Give me one good reason why you are kicking me out of this place.”

  Her smile spread and I almost sagged back into my seat, well aware that every eye was digging into my back. “Ivy Potter, your behavior in the last couple of weeks has been unbecoming of this establishment,” Nicky began in full voice. She was putting on a show now. Scarlet groaned and slammed her head against the tab
le. I was starting to dread whatever she was about to fling my way. I hadn’t thought my whole ‘take on the headmaster in front of other students’ thing.

  “You have not only attacked the leaders of this school and this pack, but many students as well.”

  “Hey, most of that was self-defense!” I interjected, causing more than a few heads to turn. Even the teacher was watching with rapt attention. “Not my fault you shoved me into an oil-slicked dick-measuring contest.”

  Snickers rumbled underneath the silence. Nicky flushed before stomping her foot in demand for silence.

  Right, because she can throw a fit. I rolled my eyes.

  “Threatening and dictatorial behavior will not be tolerated. It is for this reason that your scholarship has been revoked. Your allowance has been rescinded along with your privileges of living in our dorms.” Her smile spread with each word, the Cheshire grin winding my stomach into knots. “Seeing as you have no money for tuition, or room and board. We are here to escort you back to that trash can you came from. Back to where you belong.”

  I think I may have been shot in the heart by a dart gun.

  With iron darts, or whatever it was that killed werewolves.

  I mean… shifters… if it did that. Crap, I didn’t even know.

  Now was not the time to worry about such things, not with psycho werewolf number one staring me down.

  Nicky stepped forward as the gorillas did, their muscled arms wrapped over their chests until they made a wall of throbbing, glaring assholes.