Equilibrium Academy: The Tribrid Four Mates

Skylar

If there was one thing I never managed to understand, it was how my life went from Luna’s supposedly gifted daughter to ‘a walking hazard who needed to be dumped in the strictest supernatural school on the continent.’ It sounded dramatic and, unfortunately, it was also completely true.

And here I was, standing at the stone gates of Equilibrium Academy, trying to look calm while my head spun like a malfunctioning disco ball.

My father’s black car had just driven off, leaving me with a suitcase, chilly morning air, and a punishment disguised as something wholesome: improvement.

Yeah, sure. If this was really about improvement, I wouldn’t be terrified of my emotions jumping even a fraction higher than normal.

I fastened the buttons of my deep forest-green jacket, fixed the strap of my bag, and bit the inside of my cheek—a stupid habit that showed up every time anxiety did.

“Come on, Sky. Wolf mode on. Don’t be dramatic,” I muttered under my breath. I dropped my voice a bit lower, steadier. More… werewolf-like.

Even though we all knew, no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t a normal wolf.

The campus was bigger than I expected. The main building looked like a medieval fortress with tall windows and pointed stone roofs, but inside it was ridiculously modern—rows of holographic displays, supernatural students everywhere, and a mash-up of scents: wolves, vampires, witches, dragons, demons, and a few species I didn’t even recognise.

My senses switched on immediately. I heard heartbeats, footsteps, whispers from the far end of the corridor, and the sharp scent of an espresso machine that I couldn’t even see.

I was greeted by a curly-haired woman with a short, stocky build behind a tall desk that only showed her head.

“Good morning, ma’am. I’m Juliette Skylar…” I began, but my words were cut off by the scrape of paper sliding toward me.

“McKirby. Werewolf. Shifting’s still sloppy. Your father called earlier this morning. This is your room key, and these are your accessories. Put them on now—if you don’t, I’ll make sure they’re fitted so you won’t be able to take them off,” she said, brisk and firm.

I picked up a cord bracelet and a necklace with a fang pendant and slipped them on quickly. I held my breath then walked like normal werewolf—shoulders back, confident, weight on the heels. Sometimes I genuinely admired how committed I was to pretending.

The problem? Real wolves didn’t have to fight their own bodies to stop a spell from exploding.

My magic had zero manners. Never knocked, even waited. It just barged in like a rude guest with muddy shoes.

First class: Supernatural Ethics. A great start, apparently, to help us “adjust responsibly” to academy life.

The corridor leading to the lecture hall was way too crowded for my liking. Every time a group of wolves passed, I felt their eyes drag across me. Not the ‘oh, new student’ kind of look more the ‘what even are you?’ kind.

Yeah, I got it. My pale blond hair, green eyes that were way too bright for a female wolf, and my lean bones inherited from a mum who was half veela… I looked like a walking rumour waiting to happen.

And judging by how some of them stared, I had succeeded brilliantly.

The moment I stepped inside the classroom, heads turned. Dozens of them. The room was shaped like a small amphitheatre, seats circling downwards towards the centre where the professor usually stood. The air smelled overwhelmingly wolf with other supernatural hints threading underneath.

Great. Exactly what I needed: a tiered seating arena full of wolves who could pick apart an aura in seconds.