Page 137 of The Blairville Legacies

Again, it buzzed and brought me back to the uncomfortable present. And as if Emely had been waiting for everyone present to be distracted, she set to leaping, knocking the professor to the ground, only to disappear through the same passageway as Bay.

“Emely!” Professor Copeland yelled in a tense voice this time, with those same yellow glowing eyes, and got back to his feet.

“I’ll take care of it!” Julian replied quickly and was the next to disappear.

No doubt he would get Emely. But would Bay getawayfrom Emely?

“What do you guys think you’re doing?!”

Professor Copeland was now beside himself with anger. He looked at each of us, then turned to the guys, who were still standing where they had come from, and finally to Nash, who was just not as relaxed as usual, leaning against a pillar near my phone, rolling his eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that? The problem is over there.” He pointed in our direction, although he only meant Vivienna, who had placed herself with her friends a little further behind me.

Of course she would use her powers without thinking about the consequences. But to take responsibility for it?

To my surprise, she stepped forward again, glaring angrily at Emely’s brother, almost as if she hadn’t had enough, more so as if the thrill had just gotten to her.

Vivienna had always been like that – a proud Quatura, following traditions and gaining new power every day, yet one who often let her feelings control her powers. She prided herself on being the granddaughter of theHead of the Councilsand blessed with strong powers that far surpassed mine or even Grace’s in its intensity.

Both Vivienna and I were Quatura of the air, which allowed us to break the law of weightlessness and use telekinesis, as well as a few other things that could be quite useful if it weren’t for that one prohibition, which became a problem right at that moment.

But Vivi, as usual, didn’t care.

“Don’t talk about us like that! You have no right to do that!”

“Watch your tongue, witch!” Noah growled.

He was one of the muscular guys, the one who already had a big mouth and had gotten into way too many fights in high school. I remembered that, after all, we sat in the same molecular biology seminar.

“That’s right. Get the hell off these grounds while we’re giving you the choice!” Caleb laughed with an angry smile.

What were they,ten?

Nash just grinned cockily, and his gaze dropped to the ground...straight to my phone.

I tried to suppress the rising inner tension.

“You better leave now, and if I hear one more stupid word from any of you here, I’m talking to Nickolas!”

Professor Copeland, despite the recognizable anger in his voice, sounded very collected for the fact that his brother’s pack had just gotten into a fight in a public place he was responsible for.

“So, you’renotgoing to tell Father about this?”

Suspiciously, Nash looked at his uncle, and turned away from my phone again.

“I’ll leave it at this, Nash, on the condition that you get your shit together!”

“You should have seen the witches provo...”

“Then they provoked you!” For a very brief moment, the professor looked at us. “However, it isyour duty, and most importantly your duty as afuture Alpha, to know the limits and control your anger. If you ever want to take responsibility for adamn pack, then you should slowly start thinking about the consequences of your actions!”

Nash looked intently at my phone again, as if he needed it to calm himself down inside.

The professor’s words had silenced the normally loud young man. But you could tell it was working inside him.

“And you...” The professor turned to us and ran his hands through his disheveled hair, messing up his slightly curly hairstyle even more. “Please take care ofthat girl.”

Everyone immediately looked at Grace.

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