LOGIN"You cannot be serious right now."
Camille stood in the middle of their dorm room, hands on her hips, staring at Yuna like she had grown a second head. Which, given recent events, wasn't entirely impossible. "I'm telling you the truth," Yuna said, sitting on her bed with her knees pulled to her chest. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Ever since my bracelet broke, I've been feeling strange." It wasn't a complete lie. Just not the whole truth. Camille sat down beside her, her expression softening. "Strange how? Like sick? Should we go to the campus clinic?" "No!" Yuna said too quickly. "No clinics. I just need rest." A knock on the door made them both jump. Camille got up to answer it, and Yuna's heart nearly stopped when she saw who it was. Christopher stood in the hallway, his nose bandaged, his expression unreadable. Behind him stood two of his friends, both smirking. "What do you want?" Camille demanded, moving to block the doorway. "I need to talk to Yuna," Christopher said. "Alone." "Absolutely not," Camille shot back. "It's okay," Yuna said quietly, standing up. Her hands were shaking, but she forced herself to meet Christopher's eyes. "I'll talk to him." Camille looked like she wanted to argue, but Yuna gave her a pleading look. After a moment, Camille stepped aside, though she didn't look happy about it. Yuna stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her. Christopher's friends immediately started snickering, but he held up a hand to silence them. "Wait downstairs," he told them. They left, still laughing. Christopher turned back to Yuna, and she braced herself for more humiliation. More cruel words. Instead, he surprised her. "I heard what happened at the tournament," he said. "Everyone's talking about how you played like a completely different person." Yuna said nothing, waiting for the insult. The mockery. "I also heard about Megan," Christopher continued. "About what she did to your bracelet." "So?" Yuna crossed her arms defensively. "Did you come here to gloat?" "No." Christopher looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight. "I came to warn you. Megan's planning something. She's been talking to people, spreading rumors. She's trying to get you kicked off the team." "Why do you care?" Yuna asked bitterly. "You made it pretty clear what you think of me." Christopher had the decency to look ashamed. "Look, what I did was messed up. I know that. But Megan's dangerous when she wants revenge. Just watch your back." He turned to leave, but Yuna called after him. "Wait. Why are you really telling me this?" Christopher paused, not looking back. "Because maybe I'm not as much of a jerk as I thought I was." He walked away before Yuna could respond. She stood in the hallway for a long moment, trying to process what just happened. Christopher warning her? Showing remorse? Nothing made sense anymore. When she went back inside, Camille pounced immediately. "What did he want?" "To warn me about Megan," Yuna said, still confused. "He said she's planning something." "Of course she is," Camille muttered. "That girl is a viper. But since when does Christopher care about warning you?" "I don't know." Yuna's phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. Meet me at the library. Third floor. We need to talk about tomorrow. - N Her stomach flipped. Noah. "I need to go," Yuna said, grabbing her jacket. "Go where? Yuna, it's almost curfew." "I'll be back before then. I promise." She left before Camille could protest further. The campus library was nearly empty at this hour. Most students were either at dinner or holed up in their dorms, still spooked from the kitsune sighting. Yuna took the stairs to the third floor, her heart pounding. She found Noah in the back corner, surrounded by books. He looked up when she approached, and the relief in his eyes was almost painful. "You came," he said. "You texted." Noah gestured for her to sit. "We have a problem. The silver charms are being distributed tomorrow morning. Every student has to wear one." "I know." Yuna sank into the chair across from him. "What am I supposed to do? The second I put it on, I'll transform, won't I?" "Probably." Noah ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I've been researching all afternoon. There has to be a way around this." "And?" "Silver disrupts supernatural energy. For werewolves, it burns. For kitsunes, it breaks illusions and forces transformation." He pushed a book toward her. "But there might be a loophole." Yuna looked at the page he had marked. It was written in old English, barely readable, but she caught key phrases. Diluted silver. Partial exposure. Temporary resistance. "If the silver is mixed with other metals, it weakens the effect," Noah explained. "It won't completely protect you, but it might buy us time." "How do we dilute the charms? They're already made." Noah pulled something from his pocket. A silver charm, identical to the ones that would be distributed tomorrow. But this one had been altered somehow, wrapped in copper wire. "I made this," he said. "The copper interferes with the silver's purity. It's not perfect, but it should keep you from transforming immediately." Yuna stared at the charm, then at Noah. "You did this for me?" "Don't make it a big deal," Noah said, but his ears turned slightly red. "I just don't want you getting killed because of some stupid charm distribution." Yuna took the charm carefully, turning it over in her hands. The metal felt warm, almost alive. "Thank you," she whispered. "Don't thank me yet. We still don't know if it'll work." They sat in silence for a moment. The library was so quiet Yuna could hear the clock ticking on the wall, could hear Noah's steady breathing. "Your father," Yuna said finally. "At the assembly. He was looking right at me." "He looks at everyone like that," Noah said, but there was tension in his voice. "He's suspicious by nature." "He's going to find out, isn't he? That I'm the kitsune." "Not if I can help it." "Noah, you can't keep protecting me. If he finds out you knew, he'll—" "He won't find out." Noah's voice was firm. "I won't let him." "Why are you doing this?" Yuna asked desperately. "You should hate me. I'm everything your family has been hunting for generations. I'm dangerous. Your father said so himself."He gunned the engine and they shot forward, weaving between the SUVs before the hunters could react. Bullets sparked off the pavement behind them as they burst from the alley.Yuna wrapped her arms around Noah's waist, pressing her face against his back. Blood from her cut hand soaked into his jacket. The wind tore at her hair as they raced through the streets at breakneck speed."Where are we going?" she shouted over the engine noise."Somewhere they won't find us!"Noah took them through a maze of backstreets, his knowledge of the city impressive. Behind them, Camille's car stayed close, the SUVs gradually falling back, unable to keep up with the motorcycle's maneuverability.After twenty minutes of weaving through traffic and side roads, Noah finally slowed. They were in an industrial area, all warehouses and abandoned factories. He pulled into a loading dock and killed the engine.Camille's car screeched to a halt beside them. She jumped out, her face streaked with tears."Is ever
"Fall back! Fall back!"Silver bullets tore through the air as Julia lunged at the hunters, her nine tails whipping like razors. One hunter went down screaming, clutching his shredded arm. Another dove behind a tree as white fire erupted from Julia's mouth.Yuna ran toward Camille, who was pressed against the bushes, eyes wide with terror. She grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her up."We have to go!""What about Julia?" Camille gasped."She told us to run!"They sprinted toward the tree line as chaos exploded behind them. More hunters poured from the buildings, their weapons glinting. Andrew Phillips barked orders, his voice cutting through the mayhem."Containment formation! Don't let either one escape!"Yuna's chest burned as the dual charms fought harder, feeding off her panic. Her vision blurred at the edges, and she stumbled over a root."Keep moving!" Camille pulled her forward.They crashed through the woods, branches tearing at their clothes. Behind them, Julia's howl pier
"That's a trap," Camille said immediately. "You can't go.""What if it's really someone who can help?""Or it's someone trying to catch you. Yuna, this is exactly what Andrew Phillips warned about. Kitsunes are cunning. They trick people.""But I'm a kitsune. Why would another kitsune trap me?""I don't know, but I don't like this."Yuna stared at the message. Every instinct screamed danger. But what choice did she have? Christopher's fake transformation would only buy her a few hours at most. She needed answers. Needed help."I'm going," she said."Then I'm coming with you.""The message said come alone.""I don't care what the message said. You're not meeting some mysterious stranger by yourself."They argued for ten more minutes before Yuna finally gave in. They would go together, but Camille would stay hidden nearby, just in case.The old greenhouse sat at the very edge of campus, overgrown with weeds and vines. The glass panels were cracked and dirty, and the door hung crooked on
"Seal the exits! Nobody leaves!"Andrew's voice boomed through the cafeteria as Christopher crashed through the emergency door, white fur still spreading across his skin. Hunters poured in from every direction, their boots thundering against tile.Yuna stood frozen, her mind reeling. This didn't make sense. Christopher wasn't a kitsune. He couldn't be."Move," Noah hissed, grabbing her arm. "We need to get out of here before they lock down the whole building."But Yuna couldn't move. Couldn't think. Because she had seen something in that brief moment before Christopher fled. Something nobody else would have noticed.The white fur wasn't real.It shimmered at the edges, flickering like a bad hologram. Like an illusion."Yuna!" Camille pulled at her other arm. "We have to go!"They pushed through the panicking crowd toward the side exit. Hunters were everywhere, shouting orders, trying to organize a pursuit. In the chaos, nobody noticed three students slipping away.They made it outside
Camille laughed in disbelief."That's not funny, Yuna.""I'm not joking."The laughter died. Camille looked between Yuna and Noah, her expression shifting from amusement to confusion to dawning horror."You're serious.""Yes.""You're the kitsune." Camille's voice came out barely above a whisper. "The creature everyone's terrified of. The thing the hunters are trying to kill. That's you."Yuna nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.Camille took a step back, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God. Oh my God, Yuna, do you have any idea how insane that sounds?""I know.""No, you don't." Camille was starting to hyperventilate. "They're hunting you. Andrew Phillips, the chief hunter, is hunting you. And you're just standing here in a bathroom like this is normal?""Camille, please—""Don't." Camille held up a hand. "I need a minute. I need to think."She paced the small space, her breathing ragged. Noah stood silently by the door, watching her carefully. Probably calculati
"You need to forget what you heard."Yuna's voice came out harder than she intended, but panic was clawing at her throat. Christopher stood in the shadows of the alcove, arms crossed, studying her with an expression she couldn't read."Kind of difficult to forget," Christopher said. "Noah Phillips breaking into his own father's office? You being hunted? What exactly are you two involved in?""Nothing that concerns you.""Doesn't it?" Christopher stepped closer. "I heard what Megan said to you on the stairs. I heard everything, Yuna. About you and Noah. About the bracelet they took."Yuna's blood ran cold. "You were following me?""I told you Megan was planning something. I wanted to make sure she didn't try anything stupid." Christopher's jaw tightened. "But now I'm wondering if I should be more worried about you than her.""I haven't done anything wrong.""Then why does Noah need to steal evidence from the chief hunter?"Yuna said nothing. What could she possibly say that wouldn't ma







