Semester 5

All the dealing with wizards and fae and witches got me nowhere. I still don’t have my powers. I have no way to defend myself or my mates from the supers that seem to congregate toward me no matter where in the city I go.

At least I have my harem. My mates would never let me down. But I’m independent, and I want my powers. Those damned witches are going to give them back no matter what I have to do to make that happen.

Onyx knows something. She’s aloof and standoffish. We were becoming good friends, but she can’t look me in the eye anymore. It’s no secret she used to be a part of a gang of underworld paranormals who still operate in this city. And I think she knows something about my powers–where they came from.

As if that wasn’t enough, the headmistress is also monitoring me. I haven’t been making it to class and the truth is, with fighting off all the supernatural beings who will be after me as soon as my powers are returned, I can see myself missing even more. If we don’t figure out how to make the constant attack stop, I’m going to be expelled. Or maybe dead.

Urban Academy is the last thing on my mind.