Atlas’s POV We broke the hug. I watched her face change, her eyes widening in shock, the dim silver moonlight catching on the tears streaming down her cheeks. The rain hammered against the forest canopy above us, soaking my hair flat against my forehead. Thunder rolled, deep and rattling, shaking the ancient trees around us. I knew it sounded insane. Even to me. But every word I’d just said was true. “I care about you,” I repeated, my voice low and raw. “I really do.” Her lips trembled. She winced, shifting her leg away from my touch, her gaze dropping to her ankle. Even in the gloom, I could see how swollen it was, the skin around it already turning a dark, mottled purple. I frowned, kneeling on the wet mossy ground to get a better look. The mud soaked through my sweats, cold and cloying against my knees. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. “It’s already bruising this bad.” Lightning forked across the sky, illuminating her tear-streaked face. She was staring at me with this lo
Zara’s POV The results came out at dawn. The air was sharp with frost, mist curling around the notice boards. Students gathered in hushed clusters, their breaths fogging as they scanned the parchment pinned under glass. My stomach twisted as I pushed through them, ignoring Nova’s smug smirk and Seraphine’s quiet giggle. My eyes flicked down the list until they landed on my name: Zara Blackwood – PASS (Remedial Trial Required) Remedial Trial. My heart sank into my shoes. “How did it go, huh?” Nova purred behind me, her syrupy voice cloying against my ear. “Heard you screamed so loud the whole forest woke up.” I ignored her and walked away. Talia called out as I passed. “Zara—hey, don’t let it get to you, okay?” I gave her a tight smile, but it fell before it reached my eyes. Inside, I felt numb. I’d done everything they asked, fought shadows and ran until my lungs bled, yet it still wasn’t enough. Just because I didn’t return with my partner? 🜃 Pairing Announcement That afte
Zara’s POV We all stood at the forest at the edge of campus, its black pines twisting into the winter sky like skeletal fingers trying to reach the clouds. Fog clung to the mossy ground, swirling in ghostly tendrils that slithered around my ankles as I stood with the rest of the students at the edge of the clearing. Professor Nima raised her lantern high, her robes reaching her ankles. “Welcome to the midterm Forbidden Forest Trial,” she said, her voice echoing off the silent trees. “This is your final assessment before term break. You will demonstrate your survival knowledge, pack tracking skills, and nocturnal orientation. Fail, and your rank drops to Class D.” A ripple of murmured dread swept through the gathered students. Class D was the lowest rank, rank that was offered to omegas. Once you fell there, you never rose again. I swallowed hard, tasting acid. She flicked through her leather-bound list. “Pairings will proceed at scheduled intervals. Group A – Talia Greaves a
Zara’s POV Before dawn we got back at Blackwood Academy, every other person must’ve enjoyed this short trip, but I can’t say the same for myself. The bus rumbled into the courtyard, tires crunching on gravel. Everyone was half-asleep, hair messy, faces shadowed with exhaustion from the Greystone trip. I tugged my hoodie tighter around my shoulders as I stepped off the bus, the wind biting into my exposed legs. My backpack thumped against my lower back with every step. Around me, students gathered in clusters, yawning and stretching, complaining about the early midterm start. “Move along, move along,” shouted Professor Nima, clapping her hands sharply. Her glasses flashed in the rising sun. “Midterm examinations begin at ten. Grab breakfast, freshen up, and report to your designated wings.” The words barely registered as I trudged up the stone steps toward the East Wing dorms. My eyelids felt like lead. I hadn’t slept all night. Even when I closed my eyes, my mind buzzed with the i
Atlas’s POV I walked back to my dorm room after the rogue attack, head pounding with the rhythmic throbbing of anger and something else I didn’t want to name. The hallways of Greystone were quiet at this hour, moonlight slanting through narrow slit windows onto cold stone floors. My bare feet thumped against the ancient marble as I slipped into our room. Jace was gone. Probably still out with Alex, parading around under the stars like the pretty boy he liked to pretend he wasn’t. I stripped off my bloodstained clothes, dropped them into the hamper, and stepped into the stone-tiled shower. Hot water sluiced over my skin, steam billowing against the glass panel. My black hair stuck to my forehead. My chest felt tight, too tight, like something inside me was curling its claws into my lungs. Echo had saved us tonight. Without his warning growl, I wouldn’t have noticed Zara’s scent spiking with terror. Liam and I had been on our way to the eastern cliffs to watch the moonrise. I coul
Zara’s POV I hated school trips. Always had. They reminded me of long childhood bus rides with kids I couldn’t relate to, the smell of old leather seats and hot plastic, and teachers telling us to look at scenery while my mind reeled with other things. But this trip to Greystone Island felt worse. The boat rocked under my feet as we crossed the narrow river from mainland to the academy’s original home. Wind slapped my hair across my face. Seagulls circled overhead, their shrieks echoing through my skull. Students chartered around me, excitement buzzing in the salty breeze. Atlas stood near the prow with Liam, black hair whipping behind him like a fallen god. Jace leaned against the side rails further down, eyes half-lidded, wind tugging at his brown waves. He glanced at me only once, then away, like I was a star in a distant galaxy he didn’t care to observe. Alex stood beside him, laughing at something he said. My chest tightened. I turned away. “Did you hear about the dorm placem