by Martha Carr
Shifter In The Swamp
Academy of Necessary Magic™ Book One
Martha Carr
Michael Anderle
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Contents
The Shifter In The Swamp Team
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
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From Martha
To everyone who still believes in magic and all the possibilities that holds.
To all the readers who make this entire ride so much fun.
To Louie, Jackie, and so many wonderful friends who remind me all the time of what really matters and how wonderful life can be in any given moment.
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Chapter One
I’m never gonna be able to sleep like this.
Amanda Coulier lay in her twin-sized bed in room 228C and stared at the plain white ceiling panels above her. In the low light of her dorm room, they looked more gray than white, studded with rows of tiny black holes. Now, her racing mind was forming shapes in them.
A crossbow.
A hunting knife.
A flat-bottom airboat that disappeared as soon as she made it out.
A coonhound.
That last one made her snort.
Makes it seem like I wanna be back at that cabin with them. Guess that’s all I know about actual combat—hunting with a bounty hunter.
The twelve-year-old shifter drew a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh before a slow, eager smile spread across her face. Tomorrow, I get to learn more. In an actual class.
The only thing she knew about the upcoming combat training class was that it started bright and early the next morning. The teachers wouldn’t say anything more than that, and Amanda didn’t think they’d answer her even if she’d bombarded them with all her burning questions.
It has to be about actual fighting, right? And weapons. What the heck else could it be? This is a dang bounty hunter school.
That was what Amanda liked to call it in her mind although the teachers preferred to refer to this place as The Academy of Necessary Magic. Sometimes the Academy. They called stuff around here all kinds of weird names as if they were trying to pretend this place wasn’t exactly what it was. Amanda knew, though. She also knew the guy who’d started the school in the first place, with two other bounty hunters who were apparently top-level like Johnny Walker.
She was Johnny’s ward, after all. Practically his kid.
Rolling over on her side, she glanced at the digital alarm clock resting on the built-in desk across the room.
After midnight? She puffed out a sigh and flipped onto her back again before rubbing her hands down both cheeks. Jeeze, I would’ve gone out for a run if I’d known I’d be lying in bed like this for two whole—
A door quietly opened and shut.
Amanda sat up and blinked in the darkness. On the second and third floors of the girl’s dorm building—and yeah, Johnny had called these the barracks once or twice—all the other girls were asleep in their beds. Lights Out was at 10:00 p.m., and most of the students at the Academy had figured out how strictly the teachers enforced that rule. For the most part.
Still, none of the other girls were shifters like Amanda. None of the boys were, either. So Amanda was the only student in the building who could hear that door open and shut in the middle of the night. Against the rules. When everyone was supposed to be asleep or at least still in their rooms.
She bolted out of bed and walked swiftly and silently on her bare feet to the door. Footsteps echoed up the enclosed staircase at the front of the building—a little louder than the sound of the dorm’s front door but still muffled through at least three walls and two stories.
Not only one pair, either. With wide eyes, Amanda turned her head and rested her ear against the door of her room. Two people coming up the stairs. Who the heck would try to sneak into the dorms?
Then the muffled timbre of a female voice reached her ears. She rolled her eyes. Great. Principal Glasket. Must be super important if it got her out of her sleep mask.
Smirking, the girl set both hands on the door to steady herself and pressed her ear a little closer.
The squeak of the door to the staircase at the front of the building came through loud and clear. Oddly enough, there were plenty of creaking doors and squeaky hinges and handles or windows that stuck. It always made Amanda chuckle because the Academy’s campus was only six weeks old, built brand-new from the bottom up.
I bet Johnny told the builders to do that on purpose, just to be funny.
The staircase door thumped against the third-floor hallway’s wall, followed quickly by the click of Principal Glasket’s
two-inch pumps on the tile floor. “Here we are. Third floor.”
Amanda frowned. Nobody gives a tour at midnight. We don’t even have tours.
A heavy sigh joined Principal Glasket’s steady breathing. “Don’t you guys have elevators here or something?”
Glasket let out an attempt at an empathetic hum. “No, those were left out of the building plans, I’m afraid.”
“You could, like, make a magical elevator or something instead.”
“And give every student at this school open access to an elevation charm from the very start? I don’t think so.”
“These stairs are brutal.”
Glasket’s unamused chuckle filled the hallway. “If I can walk up and down a few flights of stairs without getting winded, Miss Flannerty, I’m sure you and your much younger body will quickly grow used to it. Come on. Your room’s down the hall.”
Despite the odd topic of conversation, Amanda’s smile grew even wider.
Her room? Didn’t know this place was taking new students the second official week of classes. Cool.
The two sets of footsteps grew louder as Principal Glasket and this new girl, whoever she was, moved down the hall toward Amanda’s room. Glasket’s sharp clip with her pumps, and the girl’s slow, hesitant shuffle. Probably due to a suitcase or whatever kind of luggage she’d brought with her to her temporary home for the next four and a half months.
Or she’s slow…
“All right. Here we are.” Glasket stopped across the hall two rooms down from Amanda’s and drummed her fingers on the door. “233C. This is you.”
“Great.” There was no enthusiasm whatsoever in the one-word statement.
The hallway fell silent, then Glasket smacked her lips. “Well, I gave you the key at the station, so now would be the time to use it. I imagine you could use a good rest after your…ordeal today.”
“You don’t have a key?” the girl asked.
“Of course not. This is a magic school, Miss Flannerty. Not prison. Every key on this campus is charmed to work only when the owner is in possession of it. So no swapping or trading or stealing of keys.”
“You can’t break into my room?”
“I don’t have a key to it. However, any of the faculty here could most certainly force entry if there was a good enough reason. I hope you don’t plan on giving us a reason to break down the door of your bedroom.”
“Depends on your definition,” the girl muttered.
Principal Glasket cleared her throat. “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Amanda had heard it. She leaned slightly away from the door and frowned. Whoever she is, it doesn’t sound like she wants to be here. Who wouldn’t want to be here?
The rustling of a hand through a nylon jacket pocket filled the hall, then a key scraped against the lock of the dorm room, and the handle turned.
“There.” Glasket didn’t sound any more amused now that they both knew the new student’s key worked. “Now, let me see. Bathrooms are at the end of this hall. The first floor is a common area, open for use until Lights Out at ten o’clock. Personal items tend to grow legs and walk off if they’re left in common areas, so if that’s a concern of yours, I recommend keeping all your belongings in your room. Other students are welcome to gather in the common area of either dorm, but the second and third floors of each are not co-ed, so no sneaking boys up into your room and vice versa.”
The new girl snorted. “Yeah, ’cause that’s something I’d want.”
“Meals in the outdoor refectory three times a day, as long as the weather permits. The kitchens are off-limits at all hours. So is the faculty building and the west wing of the main building. Classes start at seven-thirty in the morning. You’ll get your textbooks and whatever required materials in your classes tomorrow. There’s no uniform or official dress code, but we expect all our students to dress appropriately for the weather and their various classes. I gave you your schedule, didn’t I?”
“Yep.”
“Good.” Glasket let out a heavy sigh. “Any questions for me now before we turn in?”
“Yeah, just one.” There was a long pause, then the thump of the new girl slinging a duffel bag or a backpack off her shoulder and through the doorway into her new room. “You guys have a three-strike policy too?”
“I’m sorry?”
Amanda stepped away from her bedroom door and wrinkled her nose. Going right for the worst-case scenario, huh?
“You know, like detention or being expelled or whatever.”
The principal cleared her throat. “I’d like to think you’re coming into this with a little more optimism and would actively try to stay away from racking up any strikes at all, no matter what our policy is.”
“I’m only trying to figure it out.” The new girl must have leaned up against the wall beside her room; the swish of nylon and the soft thump of weight rose all too clearly through Amanda’s door.
“Figure what out, Miss Flannerty?” Now Glasket sounded like she’d rather be anywhere else but right here introducing a new student to the Academy.
Like, snuggled up in her bed. I thought she went to sleep at nine or something.
“Well…” The hint of amusement in the new girl’s voice was all too clear, and Amanda forced herself not to open the door to see whether the girl smirked as she imagined. “I mean, I hit my limit at the last place, so I got shipped off and sent here. So if anyone strikes out here, do they get shipped off to, like, a workcamp or something? Or is this the last stop?”
“By last stop, you’re referring to…”
“Like, Juvie without the classes or something. I don’t know. I guess that’s pretty much what this place is anyway, right?”
“Miss Flannerty—”
“Or did you guys build a brand-new prison for underage magicals somewhere in this dump too?”
Amanda’s eyes widened, and she stifled a surprised laugh.
Holy crap. She’s really pushing it.
When the hallway fell tensely silent one more time, she leaned toward the door again and listened intently.
Principal Glasket sighed, and the click of one footstep followed. “I realize this is a big change for you. I do. Plus, the circumstances of you coming to this school were less than ideal.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I’m not going to answer that question, Miss Flannerty, because it doesn’t warrant one. If you do the work, focus on your classes and on learning what you’re here to learn instead of looking for shortcuts—”
“Oh, that’s what they’re calling it, huh?”
“—then you’ll do fine,” Glasket continued, ignoring the sarcastic interruption. “We wouldn’t have accepted you into this school if we didn’t believe you have the potential to be more than what you’ve shown so far. There’s no point in trying to prove us wrong.”
The girl scoffed but didn’t have any new comeback for that.
“I’m going to go to bed now,” the principal added. “You should do the same. Get as much sleep as you can before wake-up at five forty-five—”
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
“Other students are sleeping on this floor, Miss Flannerty. Please keep your voice down.”
“What kind of insane person wakes up before six in the morning? Ever?”
Two quick clicking footsteps, then Principal Glasket lowered her voice into a warning sternness. “Let me make this clear to you right now. This is a school for magicals like you who are here to learn and hone their talents in a variety of magical disciplines, whatever they happen to be. Just like the other schools around this world—”
“Not just like the other schools.”
“Whatever you might have heard, Miss Flannerty, I suggest you put your preconceived judgments of this place aside and focus on learning.”
“Or what?”
Another long pause followed.
When Principal Glasket spoke again, Amanda could practically see the witch’s
tight grimace of a smile as clearly as she heard it in the woman’s voice. “You spent a year at the School of Necessary Magic. You’re used to their rules and regulations, their teaching methods, and the way they discipline their students. Maybe you’re even a little too familiar with that last one. Believe me when I say we run things differently here at the Academy. If you’re already intent on pushing the envelope here too, go right ahead. In my opinion, that’s taking what seems like the easy way out to learn the same lessons the hard way. Still, if you have to answer your questions through personal experience, then that’s your prerogative. Good night.”
Glasket headed back down the hallway toward the closed staircase without waiting for a reply, her pumps clicking harshly across the tile floor. The squeaky door opened, then closed again, and the principal’s echoing footsteps faded down to the dorm’s first floor.
Whoa.
Blinking quickly, Amanda stepped away from her door and huffed a quiet, disbelieving chuckle.
Here I thought Glasket finished showing her angry side after the first month at this place.
Out in the hall, the new girl sighed in disgust, walked into her room, and shut the door. Not quite a slam, but not exactly quiet, either.
