LOGINKael’s POV
The commotion in my dormitory was annoying as fuck. Fifty male werewolves were running around my floor like their tails had been set alight, just because the Headmaster, Alpha Leon, called a last-minute mandatory meeting. Thanking the Moon Goddess silently for giving me my own suite so I didn't have to share communal bathrooms with others was a real blessing right now. While they were crammed into one large bathroom, I had a marble ensuite with a shower so large that it could fit three people, and I smiled to myself, remembering how I had brought those three omega girls in here the other night. Shaking my head, I had to focus. We were supposed to be at the outdoor amphitheater in less than an hour, and I was still wrapped in a towel. Looking at my reflection in the steam-fogged mirror, my icy blue eyes stared back at me. My blonde hair was still damp and messy, with droplets of water still dripping off my tanned six-pack. Taking the towel off, I quickly finished drying my damp body. Stepping out of the bathroom, I walked over to my king-sized bed, pulling on my boxers, then the rest of the clothes that I had laid out. After putting on my clothes, I went over to my dresser, where my mirror was, and dipped my fingers into some extra-strength gel, then slid it through my hair to give it a messy, but kept, look. At 6’2, I could have been a model, as the humans used to call them. But yet I was one of three Alpha heirs, I was the future Alpha of the Snow Pack. We all attended Alpha Academy for two years. This was our last year before we took over our individual fathers’ packs. Lucian and Cassian were the Alpha Heirs of the other two packs, the Star and Arrow packs. And we'd all been long-distance friends since we were old enough to talk and walk. There were tons of future Alphas, Lunas, and Betas here, but all of them from much smaller packs that set in the shadows of our packs Not even bothering to put on socks and tennis shoes, I slid on a pair of black slides. Regardless of how cold it got, we were hot-blooded by nature, and just the thought of wearing socks made me shudder. Right as I was putting my hand on the doorknob to leave, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The guys were linking me: “Kael, where the fuck are you? You know Alpha Leon hates us to be late,” linked Cassian. “Wait until you see all the hot new Luna recruits they have this year,” linked Lucian. Growling through the link, I knew they could both hear it, “I'm fucking coming, you bastards.” Not even bothering to shut off the mind link until they knew I could hear them laughing. They got on my nerves. Ten minutes later, I arrived at the amphitheater, which was carved into the side of a mountain. It was so black, like the color of onyx, as if it had been polished every day for centuries. Snow drifts were still piled up along the sides as students filed up the stairs undeterred. The only time we ever held events indoors was when the heat was sweltering. Snow? Outside. Rain? Outside. Wind? Outside. According to the all-mighty Alpha Leon, we were werewolves, and we could survive every season. Sighing, I climb the stairs two at a time, meeting the guys who had already taken a seat, with Lucian’s legs propped up on the seat in front of him. “Luc, do you know what this is about?” I grumbled, throwing myself next to Cassian, “I could come up with at least ten different things I’d like to do on a Sunday.” When he didn’t respond, that's when I noticed tension written all over him. Standing up, I step over Cassian, who's too busy flirting with the girls behind us to notice that Luc is pretty balled up inside of himself. Stress, anger, and something unhinged is trying to claw its way up and out onto the surface. His hands were clenched at his sides. I put a hand on his shoulder, and as if I had just punched him or something, he jumped five feet out of his seat. “What the fuck, man?” he said, staring holes through me. Holding my hands up, “Easy, Luc, I'm just trying to see what has you so worked up.” Looking at me, he said one word, “Humans.” When it came to him, that explained everything. The Star Pack bordered Aurelia and had the most skirmishes. If you listened to him tell it, they were bugs that needed to be squashed under their boots. “And here I thought the Luna candidates must've rejected your advances,” I smirk at him. He didn't find an ounce of humor in what I was trying to say to lighten the mood. Before another word could be uttered, the crowd went silent for werewolves, which was a feat in its own, as we were known to be pretty social creatures. “Hush,” came a voice over the microphone. Alpha Leon’s voice rose louder, with a commanding voice that had us all cowering down under his Alpha tone, “I saiddddd HUSH!” The entire amphitheater stilled, then gave him its undivided attention. “Students, let me first say I am sorry to interrupt your Sunday. I’m sure plenty of you would still be sleeping.” “I sure would have,” muttered Cassian with an air of annoyance. Elbowing him in the side, we turned our attention back to Alpha Leon. “I wouldn't have called you here today if it weren't for an important announcement. As many of you know, we have had cooperation with the Human City Aurelia for the past few years.” Slamming his fist down on the stone seat, “I fucking knew it,” Luc spat out between gritted teeth. “We will be having two transfer students coming in,” a chorus of boos erupted over the crowd. Raising his arms back up, he silenced the crowd and continued, “Regardless of how you feel about them, they will be coming.” It’s like his eyes bore straight into us with that statement. All three of us sat a bit straighter in our seats, unnerved by the stare he was giving us. “As in years past, they will be joining a program that, in the end, will help benefit their future jobs at Aurelia. This year’s students will be in our leadership course.” Before we could think, all three of us were on our feet, but yet again, we were shut down. “I'd advise you to sit down, young heirs. As long as you're in my Academy, you will follow my rules. Or do I need to have a discussion with your fathers?” Needless to say, that reduced us to pups real quick as we slammed our butts back down onto our stone seats. Listening to the Alpha continue about rules and how this school year was going to be the best one yet. All I could hear was “The last rule is to make sure not to claw or eat them.” A resounding chorus of “Yes, Alpha” echoed through the amphitheater. Looking at the other two, I noticed all of our guards were up now. Whether we liked it or not, humans were entering our program of study. Cassian and I watched as Lucian bounded away with not even a parting word. That was probably for the best in one of his moods. Sighing. We had less than 24 hours to prepare ourselves. As the other students left, I sat there feeling the shift come upon me. My bones cracked, and with a bit of pain, my giant gray wolf emerged. Sniffing into the air, I let out a long howl, then ran into the snow-covered forest, leaving Cassian behind.Lyra’s POV Four days had gone by with Mara, Rowan, Cassian, and Kael following me through the wilderness toward Star Pack, all of us chasing the same fragile hope. Amber. That name had become the only thing keeping me moving. We were dirty, injured, hungry, and I was pretty sure we were all partially dehydrated at this point. My mouth felt like sand, my muscles ached with every step, and every breath tasted like pine, dirt, and exhaustion. I was also pretty sure I heard Kael and Cassian grumbling more than once that if we were all wolves, this would’ve gone by much quicker. Sadly, I agreed with them. Not that I would ever admit it out loud. We followed the river as much as we could, using the water to cover our tracks whenever the ground allowed it. It slowed us down, but it also kept us just one step ahead of literally everyone tracking us. Aurelia’s soldiers. Wolves loyal to the Snow Pack. Whoever else had decided we were worth hunting through half the damn territory.
Amber’s POVWe both moved without looking rushed. Miri returned to the towels. I sat at the vanity and lifted my hair away from the mark, exposing it in the mirror just as Richard walked in. He wore black, because of course he did. Mourning suited men who liked people watching them suffer. His dark hair was tied back, his jaw clean-shaven, his Star Pack ring gleaming on his hand. He looked powerful. He looked calm. He looked like a man who had never once considered the possibility that the woman he locked away might be thinking. “Amber,” he said. His voice made my stomach turn. I lowered my eyes because survival was sometimes uglier than defiance. “Alpha.” His gaze went straight to the mark on my neck. Satisfaction softened his mouth. “You look better.” “I rested.” “You needed it.” I almost told h
Amber’s POVBeta Flynn was new. Too new for most of the council to trust and too young for the old wolves to respect without choking on it first. He had dark blond hair, quiet eyes, and the kind of controlled danger that made even stronger men watch their mouths around him. He had been raised along the borders and promoted faster than anyone expected after the last Beta died in the chaos around Lucian’s death. Richard had wanted a useful Beta. He had gotten Flynn instead. Flynn was idealistic enough to believe Star Pack could still be saved and dangerous enough to make men regret laughing at him for it. Most importantly, Flynn hated Richard. Everyone with eyes knew it. “Beta Flynn has been careful,” Miri said. “He obeys in public, but he’s been moving warriors off Richard’s private patrols and replacing them with border-trained wolves. Quietly. He also spoke with Gamma James last night.” My heart beat harder. “What did they say?” “I don’t know. They were in the lower armory.
Amber’s POVAlpha Richard had kept me locked in his penthouse since the night he marked me. That was the plainest way to say it. No pretty words. No softened edges. No pretending the silk sheets, polished floors, and silver trays of untouched food made this room anything other than a cage. He had forced his mark onto my neck and called it fate. He had pushed his claim into my skin and called it duty. He had told me Star Pack needed a Luna now that Lucian was dead, as if grief gave him permission to take whatever woman he wanted and make her useful. My throat tightened, but I refused to cry again. I had done enough of that after he left. Crying had not unlocked the door. Crying had not scrubbed his scent off my skin. Crying had not made the bite on my neck hurt less every time my pulse beat beneath it. So I stopped crying. I sat by the window instead, wrapped in a robe I had not chosen, staring down at the heart of Star Pack territory while my mind worked itself into something
Lyra’s POVFor one second, no one spoke.Then Kael said, “No.”I let out a humorless laugh. “That was fast.”“Because it is insane.”“That’s usually how my best ideas start.”Cassian’s expression darkened as he stared at the mark on the map. “Star Pack is unstable. Lucian is dead. Richard is there. Amber is there. Half the pack may be grieving, half may be looking for someone to blame, and all of them will smell us before we ever reach the border.”“Exactly,” I said.Rowan blinked at me. “I feel like you skipped the part where that became a good thing.”I leaned over the table, ignoring the pull in my sore muscles and the ache buried deep in my bones. “Aurelia would never expect me to run toward Star Pack. Not after Lucian. Not after everything. The wolves hunting us would expect us to avoid it too. Snow Pack and Arrow Pack scouts won’t want to cross straight into Star territory without permission, especially with tensions this high. Aurelia won’t push into the heart of a wolf pack un
Lyra’s POV Even after a second round that had left us smeared in each other's bodily fluids and dried blood, Mara still had not returned. Rowan was lying on the cot, trying to look like he wasn't on death’s door, and the two semi-immortal self-healing bastards that I'm now mated with and who I just fucked are standing over in the corner whispering. I started pacing, trying to get my senses back on track. My face was still bright red from sex and also embarrassment because what the fuck just happened? I'd have to shove that thought deep down somewhere to dwell on that another day. I twirled a piece of my dirty black hair in my hand as I kept trying to come up with some kind of plan to get us out of this predicament. It wasn't only the damn werewolves now looking for us, it was Aurelia. I knew Commander Rourke wouldn't like any of this, but would he really send subpar hit squads to take us out? Maybe someone forged his name, or maybe it was the council members at play? And what the
Lyra’s POV “Welcome to Alpha Academy” Not trying to look at the Alpha any longer than necessary, we both muttered, “Thank you, Alpha.” This man is seriously creepy, but in an odd way, why did he look vaguely familiar? Shaking it off, I grabbed Rowan’s hand, and under the order of the comman
Lyra’s POV I quietly slipped out of the bed, my senses alert as I observed that Rowan was taking his time. I swear, he could be more prissy than a woman. But then again, what I had said to him earlier, especially after us having sex, might have gotten him in his feelings more than he let on. With
Lucian’s POVThe human girl, they call her Lyra, is now sitting beside me in the dimly lit classroom. I had tried to object, to move away or protest, but I knew Professor Judith would quickly call my dad or, worse, my mom—both known for their strict discipline and no-nonsense attitudes. That sounde
Lyra’s POV My fingers gently traced the lamented itinerary pressed against my hand. The glint of the plastic catches the fluorescent ceiling lights, listing the classes I’ll be attending this semester, arranged in a four-block system: Leadership Classes - Senior Block 1: Diplomacy - 8:30 AM Blo







