The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 485

Jesse and Rafe blink and stare around, confused.

But Alvez claps his hands together, breaking the tension and ignoring Tony’s question. “Let’s move on. I’d like an update, please, regarding the status of your magic and if there has been any progress over the break. Davis, I’m assuming by your rather irritable protest regarding my teaching methods that you’ve had no progress on your abilities?”

“No, I’ve made no progress on my fully formed abilities, which I’d say is unsurprising,” Tony says, dry. “What do you want me to do, take deeper breaths underwater?”

I laugh a little, unable to help it, and he shoots a smirk my way.

Alvez ignores it, turning to Jesse and Rafe, who report that they have not.

When the professor turns his eyes to me, I bite my lip a bit, torn about what to say. Alvez’s eyes shine. “I’m sensing, Clark,” he murmurs. “That you do have an update.”

And then, even though I don’t trust him, I decide to spill. Mostly because this is the only place we can really talk about magic as a group, where we can keep it a secret.

“I can light stuff on fire,” I say, giving a casual shrug.

“What!?” Rafe bursts out, sitting up straight and staring at me.

“You didn’t know?” I ask, turning to frown at him.

“Ari!” he sputters, Jesse looking around him at me likewise shocked, “No! I didn’t know! What are you talking about!?”

“Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you,” I say, grimacing a little. “I mean, Midwinter was really busy!”

Jesse and Rafe burst out at once, shouting at me for not telling them and demanding to know more information – what I can do, what I lit on fire, how I did it. But Alvez claps his hands together, again drawing attention back to him.

“Details, please, Clark,” he says, slow and curious.

I send a quick pulse of happiness and thanks down our bond and then exhale slowly, concentrating on the paper, reaching for that well of magic that I accessed so easily on Midwinter mourning.

But even when I find it, I discover that it’s…well, it’s kind of…tiny.

I blink in surprise at myself as my wolf walks over to the little pool, both of us wondering where the hell it went. Because on Midwinter – god, it felt like an ocean.

Still, I pull on it, drawing from its strength and its power, and I feel the heat start to build within me, concentrating it on the little ball of paper.

But god it’s…it’s nothing like what it was. About a minute into the process, I realize that it’s just not going to work – that the paper is, at best, going to get warm. That I just don’t have enough power within me to make it happen.

I scowl, slumping back in my seat, frustrated – because where the hell did it go?