The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179-

Chapter 179

Zane POV

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If anyone asked me whether I cared about starting school, I would have told them no and then walked away before they could ask a second question.

Unfortunately, my family knew me too well, and none of them believed me for a second.

Kyra had spent the entire morning talking about classes, uniforms, clubs, teachers, and people she had not even met yet. I responded with one-word answers while secretly reading the academy information packet for the third time.

The estate felt different lately because the baby had changed everyone’s routine.

Every hallway conversation somehow ended with someone checking on my baby sibling, and every room smelled faintly of blankets, milk, and the pack scents that made the baby feel calm.

I wasn’t jealous about the attention. I was just tired of people acting surprised whenever I managed to survive an entire day without needing help.

Conrad noticed that mood immediately and decided I needed a distraction before I annoyed the entire household. Instead of giving me one of his speeches, he asked if I wanted to help inspect a new training field being prepared for younger wolves.

I agreed because it sounded better than listening to Kyra explain why matching notebooks were important. The moment we left the house, Conrad smirked like he had known exactly what answer I would give.

The training field sat near the edge of the territory where younger pack members practiced control exercises and combat drills.

Conrad walked beside me while explaining how the facility would be upgraded with modern security systems, tracking technology, and new equipment designed for wolves who balanced pack life with ordinary education.

For once, nobody treated me like a little kid. Conrad asked what I thought about the plans and actually listened to my answers instead of pretending to listen.

By the time we returned home, I was in a much better mood than I wanted to admit. Kyra immediately ruined that mood by asking whether I had missed her while I was gone.

“No,” I answered. “The training equipment complained less than you do.”

She threw a pillow at me, and I threw it back before either of us noticed the baby sleeping nearby. Amorah caught the pillow midair and gave both of us a look that made us sit down without another argument.

The baby woke up anyway and immediately started making unhappy noises. Before anyone else could move, Kyra and I both stood up at the same time, which only led to another argument about who had reached the crib first.

“You always think you’re first,” Kyra complained. “You practically sprinted.”

“I have longer legs,” I replied. “That’s not my fault.”

Amorah laughed while Conrad shook his head, and somehow the baby settled down just from hearing familiar voices around the crib. Moments like that had become normal lately, and even though I would never admit it out loud, I liked having everyone together.

The next few days passed quickly as school preparations continued. Uniforms arrived, schedules were finalized, and Kyra

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Somehow convinced herself that every single event required special planning.

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Lyra helped more than anyone expected. She spent time organizing supplies, running errands, and answering questions without trying to insert herself into family decisions, which made even me start trusting her a little.

I noticed Amorah watching those interactions carefully. She wasn’t cold toward Lyra anymore, but she still paid attention to everything she said and did.

The academy finally sent instructions for student orientation, and that made everything feel real. Suddenly school wasn’t a distant plan anymore, and people actually expected us to show up.

I still told everyone I didn’t care. Unfortunately, I cared enough to memorize half the campus map before we even arrived.

A few days before orientation, Conrad found me studying one of the academy guides in the library. Instead of teasing me, he sat down across from me and started talking about his own experiences when he first attended formal pack education

programs.

Most of his stories involved getting into trouble. That made them much more interesting than the advice adults usually

gave.

“You’re allowed to enjoy this,” Conrad said eventually. “Pretending otherwise just wastes energy.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “I never said I wasn’t going to enjoy it.”

He laughed because we both knew exactly what I had been doing for weeks. Then he left before I could come up with a better argument.

The day before orientation, a courier delivered final enrollment materials from the academy. Inside the package was information about student lockers, identification cards, and schedules for the first official week.

Kyra immediately started decorating her planner. I immediately pretended not to notice how excited she looked.

Orientation morning arrived faster than expected. The academy grounds were crowded with students, parents, teachers, security wolves, and enough noise to make my head hurt.

I kept close enough to Kyra that I could find her if necessary. She did the same thing while pretending she wasn’t.

The campus was larger than it had seemed during our tour. Every building contained technology, training facilities, classrooms, and resources designed specifically for young wolves balancing modern life with pack responsibilities

By lunchtime, we had already met several students. Most conversations were normal, which somehow made them more exhausting.

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When I finally reached my assigned locker area, I noticed something sitting inside before I had even touched the combination lock. The object was small, neatly wrapped, and definitely not part of the academy welcome package.

I looked around immediately, but nobody seemed interested in me. Students continued talking, teachers continued working, and nobody appeared to be watching.

Slowly, I picked up the package and opened it. Inside was a simple keychain shaped like a wolf paw.

There was no narne attached to it. There was only a folded piece of paper tucked beneath the gift.

My stomach tightened as I unfolded the note. The handwriting looked unfamiliar, but the message was short enough to read in a single glance.

I stared at the words for several seconds before the sounds around me faded into the background. Then I read them again

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