Page 59 of A University of Betrayal

Miles laughed softly, looking down at the ground before looking me straight in the eye again and lowering his voice.

“I’d like to agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

My hands clenched into fists.

“Miles!” someone shouted further away. One of the other Ruisangors.Adrian.And he didn’t sound pleased.

Miles sighed as if he was exhausted.

“My duties call. But I’m already looking forward to seeing you fail, Copeland.”

And with those words, he whirled around and – luckily for him - walked away from our pack.

“Asshole!” Noah shouted loudly, which I only thought quietly.

Miles stopped, and within a split second, he wheeled around and something sparkly shot through the air, passing just between me and Noah. There was a crack and as I wheeled around, startled, following the stares of the murmuring crowd, I spotted the metal knife, in the trunk of our oak tree.

I turned back to Miles, who shook his head with a smug grin, turned away for good and strutted back to the parking lot with both hands in his pockets.

“Damn,” Hunter growled behind us and Noah tried to rush forward, but I grabbed his arm.

“Thisis what he wants,” I said calmly, even though a volcano was boiling inside me right now, ready to erupt and reduce Miles’ kingdom of arrogance to ashes.

Who was this Ruisangor to think he could deal with us likethiswithout consequences? It seemed to be time for him to wake up from his dreams and get to know the harsh reality. And my only chance of getting him back into the hole he crawled out of was when I won the election this winter.

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Christopher Tyng

“Where would we be without language?” Alarik looked around, waiting.

How could such a simple question put so many question marks on students’ faces? I didn’t know.

I would have liked to answer, but I was too distracted by Bayla Adams. She just sat there as if nothing had ever happened. She was sitting with the Quatura, as she had been before, but that didn’t answer the question of whether she was one of them or not.

I remembered all the crap that had happened before the weekend and wondered if I had dreamed it all.

I looked around at Julian, who was sitting in the back row on the side of the Quatura. He was playing with the same old blue pen he used to have in high school, looking thoughtfully and grimly out of the window. His hair was messy, and he looked like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

There were many reasons to worry about him, but he himself didn’t even know the worst of them. I had to find a way to talk to him, to persuade him to join the pack as soon as possible. Because otherwise he was at the mercy of the pack and I would have to watch powerlessly as he...

“We wouldn’t be able to communicate,” Vivienna replied, and justseeingthis girl reminded me that she, too, would make this campaign an agonizing torture.

Constantly, I was trying to suppress the urge to rip her head off...

“Shouldn’t that be obvious?” she added snappishly, laughing to her girls, who nodded in agreement.

“God,help, what am I doing here?” Nash commented, sitting diagonally behind me.

I gave him a warning look, but he ignored me, as he always did when we were here, and inconspicuously pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

At university – just like back in high school – Nash was a completely different person. Just yesterday we’d been out until late at night, and now he was acting like I was his annoying sister who he wanted nothing to do with.

“Maybe we should first define whatcountsas language,” Alarik said in response to Vivienna’s answer, skillfully ignoring her aloof manner and Nash’s comment.

“Julie?”

Julie looked up, startled. She seemed to have been absorbed in something that had nothing to do with the seminar, and now looked at Alarik, intimidated. This Quatura had never been self-confident.

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