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Elena’s POV: I didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. I spent most of the night staring at the ceiling of my dorm room and recounting the events of the night – the growl and the suspicious behaviour of Kane. The growl kept echoing over and over in my head until it stopped feeling like a sound and more like a warning. By the time my alarm went off, I was already wide awake, my body protesting from sleeplessness while my mind refused to rest. I went through my morning routine in robotic manner – my body performing all the daily tasks but my mind refused to stay quiet and register any motion. I even burnt my toast, lost in my thoughts and not realising it until the smell of charred bread spread across the whole room and Maya groaned in her sleep while muttering something unintelligible and covered her head with the pillow. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “You’re doing that thing again,” she said, her voice muffled against the pillow, “What happened?” “Nothing happened.” “Uh-huh

Elena’s POV I told exactly no one what I’d heard outside his office, that day. Not my roommate, not my family on our Sunday call, not even the group chat where I usually spewed every nonsense that had happened to me before thinking it through. Some things you just can’t say out loud, afraid they might become real, and I wasn’t quite ready for “not human” to be real. For more times than I can count since that day, I’d stood in front of the mirror trying to figure out what exactly he found “not human” in me. And instead, I did exactly what any other reasonable person would do upon finding themselves confronted by a man who had just described them as “not human” from inside his office… I decided I’d misheard or misinterpreted the entire thing… I convinced myself that he wasn’t talking about me at all. Old buildings groaned and pipes shrieked in odd voices. And my lack of sleep and load of adrenaline were finally taking a toll on me… making me perceive things. That was all. I alm

Elena’s POV: Life clearly has a way of catching us by surprises… and I can’t say that I hate surprises anymore. Three weeks ago, I was still folding my shirts into a suitcase in my childhood bedroom back in Millbrook, trying to tell myself that it wasn’t a dream anymore. Getting into Ashcombe University hadn’t felt real yet, not really – not when I randomly filled their online application form to check my luck, and even not when the acceptance email landed in my inbox at eleven at night while I sat cross-legged on my bed eating ice cream out of the box, and not three weeks later either, packing up seventeen years of my life into two suitcases and a duffel bag that refused to be zipped. Ashcombe’s Behavioural Sciences program was the kind of thing I used to dream about and circle in college brochures back in high school, half-convinced it was too far out of reach to actually get into. And yet here I was… time really changes fast. My mother was always the emotional one among my par

Author's Note:This story is a work of fiction. All characters, packs, and events are products of imagination, and any resemblance to real people or places is purely coincidental.P.S. — English isn't my first language, so please bear with me if a phrase here and there doesn't land quite the way native speakers might say it. I'm doing my best to tell this story with heart, even if the wording isn't always perfect. Thank you for reading, and for your patience!Third Person POVThe pack elders always said that a mate-bond couldn't be forced….and Kane had spent eleven years believing this meant it would never find him at all. He stood at the edge of the clearing, hissing silver lines of moonlight through the trees, listening to the pack's voices as they spoke over him….not about him, not really. Rurik was talking about alliances again, the Ashwood pack's daughter and how a match between their packs would secure the territory lines and all of that Kane had heard a dozen times before, in