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KAIA
Running has always helped me see things more clearly. When I was told that my parents had died, I ran until my legs hurt, and then I sat down in the grass until Alpha Daniel found me.
He sat down next to me in silence. I don’t remember how long we sat side by side in the grass, but from my perspective as a child, it felt both long and not long enough at the same time.
Twelve years have passed, and I still deal with my inner turmoil the same way: by running. I slow down and lower my head near the river to cool off. The cool water runs down my muzzle. When I lower my head again, I hear a noise behind me, and a reassuring voice echoes in my head.
“You know, Kaia, you’re going to have to stop running away when things aren’t going well,” Daniel tells me through our mind link. “What should I do then?” I reply curtly and instantly regret it. This man took me under his wing and into his home when I lost everything.“Talk… for example.”
I turn around to face him. “Because if I tell you I don’t want to go to Blackwood Academy, will you listen to me?”
“No. But at least you could hear the reason for my refusal.” I snort through my nose, shaking my head in frustration. “We both know Debbie’s going to get eaten alive when she shows up at the academy. She needs you to protect her.”
“She’s the future alpha of this pack—isn’t the academy supposed to teach her everything she needs to know to protect herself and the pack?”
“True, but…”
“There’s always a ‘but.’” I mutter, but he ignores me.
“I spoke with the academy dean. This year, there are four of you betas joining the academy. They want to try to integrate you into the curriculum—they’ve chosen the best ones. I think it would be good for you. You’ll be expected to assist her. She needs you… much more than she’ll ever admit.”
The very idea of one day assisting Deborah repulses me. I know I’m a Beta girl and that it’s part of my family heritage, but ever since my birthday last month, my wolf has been fighting against this idea. She’s stronger and more independent than ever.
“I’m heading home; we’ll wait for you for dinner,” Daniel tells me before setting off for home.
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After a long shower, I dry my long black hair and twist it into a messy bun on top of my head. I then slip on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before heading down to the kitchen.
“Can I help you?” I ask Caroline as I walk into the kitchen.
“Yes, can you put this on the table, please?” she asks, handing me a salad bowl and looking me up and down. “Are you going to the bonfire dressed like that?”
“I’m not going,” I tell her before setting the salad bowl on the table.
When I turn around, I meet her disapproving gaze. She brushes a strand of blonde hair out of her face before putting her hands on her hips. “Kaia, next week you and Debbie are leaving the pack to start a new adventure. Don’t you want to see your friends?”“Oh, but I am going to see them. Claire and Skylar are coming over after dinner. The finale of the show we’re watching together is coming out tonight.”
“Kaia…”
“Don’t push it, Mom.” Debbie cuts her off as she walks into the kitchen. She’s already wearing a short black skirt and a red crop top, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. “We all know Kaia isn’t the type to go to parties.”
From the outside, you might think Debbie has good intentions, but don’t be fooled by her big blue eyes and her smile.
“Loser,” she whispers to me before sitting down in her chair.
ALEC This was a mistake. That thought enters my mind approximately half a second after I step into Kaia Mercer’s room. My wolf loses his fucking mind. Not aggressively. That I could handle. I’ve spent years learning to control him. Blackwoods don’t get the luxury of losing themselves to their wolves whenever something pisses them off. Control was drilled into me before I was even old enough to shift. This is different. He surges forward so violently that for one terrifying second, I think he’s going to force the shift. Here. In her fucking bedroom. I lock every muscle in my body. Stop. He doesn’t listen. Instead, he pushes. Toward her. Closer. Mine. The word isn’t really a word. Wolves don’t think the way we do. It’s instinct. Possession. Need. So strong that it nearly knocks the air from my lungs. Behind me, Kaia’s breathing changes. Fuck. She feels it too. I turn. She’s still standing beside the open door, one hand wrapped tightly around the handle. Her g
KAIA By the time class ends, I’ve learned two things. One: Alec Blackwood is annoyingly good at hand-to-hand combat. Two: Asher is a terrible spectator. The second Alec dismisses us, the training field erupts into noise. Everyone starts gathering water bottles, towels, and discarded sweatshirts from the edge of the mats while loudly comparing bruises like they’re trophies. My entire body aches. Not the bad kind of ache. The satisfying kind. The kind that tells me I’ve actually done something. I roll my shoulder as I grab my water bottle from the grass. “You’re going to feel that tomorrow.” I don’t even have to turn around. Asher. “I’m fine.” “That’s what everyone says before they wake up unable to move.” I take a long drink. “I run every day.” “Running and having Alec Blackwood throw you onto a mat aren’t exactly the same thing.” I lower the bottle. “He threw me once.” Asher raises an eyebrow. “Twice.” “The first one barely counts.” “It definitely counts.” “I p
ASHER I don’t like him. There. I’ve said it. Well, thought it. Same thing. There’s something about Alec Blackwood that gets on my nerves, and I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s a junior teaching a class he only got because his family practically owns the Academy. Okay. Maybe it has a little to do with that. “Atwood.” I drag my eyes away from Kaia. “Your partner is waiting.” Blackwood is looking at me with the faintest hint of amusement on his face. Asshole. “Yeah. Got it.” I walk toward the guy I’ve been paired with—Mason something—but glance back one last time. Kaia is standing across from Blackwood on the training mat. And he’s looking at her. Really looking at her. I don’t like that either. “Ready?” I turn toward my partner. He’s tall, broad, and built like someone who’s spent the last five years lifting anything heavy enough to impress people. “Sure.” Blackwood begins explaining the exercise from the center of the field. “Three-mi
ALECBeing a Blackwood comes with certain advantages.Actually, that’s an understatement.Being a Blackwood comes with a ridiculous number of advantages.For starters, I’m only a junior and already have a seat on Blackwood Academy’s board of directors. The position is mostly symbolic for now—I’m expected to listen more than I speak—but my opinion still carries considerably more weight than that of any twenty-year-old probably should.Then there’s the guaranteed teaching position waiting for me once I graduate.Blackwoods have been involved in running this Academy since Walter Andrew Blackwood first opened its doors more than two hundred years ago. My family built this place. Our name is carved above the entrance, stamped across every official document, and embroidered onto the crest every student wears over their heart.So when I told the board I wanted to start teaching hand-to-hand combat this year, no one exactly rushed to tell me no.And when they asked which class I wanted…Well.
ALECThe only time Kaia is truly alone is when she runs.The rest of the time, she's surrounded by the other Betas—or, more accurately, by Asher Atwood.He follows her around like a damn lost puppy.They walk to class together. They sit beside each other. They eat together. I've even seen him disappear into her room with his books tucked under his arm, only to emerge hours later.And for some reason, my wolf fucking hates it.Every time Atwood gets too close to her, he starts pacing beneath my skin, restless and irritated, urging me to do something about it.Which is ridiculous.She's a Beta.And whatever exists between her and Atwood is none of my business.At least, that's what I keep telling myself.When her file first landed on my desk, I knew we'd made the right decision by admitting her to the Academy.Kaia Mercer wasn't supposed to be here. Blackwood Academy has spent more than two centuries educating Alphas, not Betas, and granting exceptions isn't something we make a habit of
KAIAWhen I can't express what's really on my mind, my solution is always the same.Run.I've been doing it for years.Whenever my thoughts become too loud or my emotions threaten to spill over, I lace up my running shoes and keep moving until the noise inside my head finally quiets.But this time...There was nowhere to run.Not from Professor Matthews.Not from Deborah.Not from the whispers that had followed me through the hallways after class.I should have kept my mouth shut.Instead, I'd let my pride answer for me.I'd held everything in for so long that, the second class ended, I'd practically sprinted back to the dormitories just to change into my running clothes.It was only the first day, and I already had assignments waiting for me, so I promised myself I'd keep it short.Thirty minutes.Just enough to clear my head.The late afternoon air had cooled since morning, carrying the earthy scent of damp pine needles and freshly cut grass. The Academy grounds stretched endlessly







