Se connecterProfessor Stefan’s POV Did she just say what I think she just said? She did, did she think I'd let her get away with that? In front of the entire class? The smirk on her face as she walked away was answer enough. “Miss. Smith, I'll need to see you after class!” I growled, loud enough for every student in the classroom to turn their attention my way. Feeling content, I turned and walked back towards my desk. “Professor, if the only reason she's in trouble is that you didn't like how she answered a question that you asked. Then, according to the guidelines in the student handbook, that doesn't constitute any form of punishment or retribution from a teacher, professor, dean, or any kind of staff member,” Amber said firmly, even though I could detect a shake in her voice. My hands balled into my fists at my side as I slowly turned to face her. I could feel the heat creeping up the back of my neck as my blood pressure rose and my wolf ached to be let free. “Do you think these guide
Lyra’s POVMonday morning came again too quickly, too quickly for my liking. The chaos and fun of the weekend had passed by, now leaving us standing in front of the classroom in Professor Stefan’s class.We had to present our group project. Even though we had all the details down pact, Rowan looked as if he was going to throw up; Amber looked nervous, fidgeting with her hands, which left me gulping, knowing full well that the damn public speaking was going to be left up to me.“Anytime now, children,” Professor Stefan said smugly as he sat at his desk with his legs crossed.“Our project is to respond strategically to a border breach scenario,” I started, forcing my voice not to crack while every pair of eyes in the room stared at us. “A rival pack has crossed into the northern border after one of our members disappeared near neutral land. The Alpha is injured, resources are limited, and we have thirty minutes to secure the territory and recover the missing wolf.”The projector behind
Lyra’s POVA shit ton of groceries was an understatement. Whether it was sympathy on Amber’s part or she just wanted to make sure we didn’t go without, I wasn’t going to complain. This was the most food I’ve ever had in my personal kitchen since I was a little child. We had everything from junk food to meat to produce to pizza, and everything and anything in between.It took all three of us four trips back and forth from her car to my suite, loaded down to carry it all in. Every single inch of our kitchen was buried in grocery bags.Sticking his head out from behind the fridge door, Rowan looked at me incredulously. “Where the hell am I supposed to fit all this?”Trying my best not to laugh at him, I shrugged. “Just make it fit, Rowan. Just stack it.”Focusing back on the pantry, I did my best to organize all the cereal and snacks. This was enough food to feed people for months. I was going to leave here fat as a pig instead of the stealthy assassin I needed to be.Amber had left for
Amber’s POV Those imbeciles! They never knew when to let things be or let other people enjoy themselves. We’d been having a great time, and from the looks of Lyra and Rowan, probably the first time they’ve ever been able to let loose a bit. But now it’s as if the chocolate croissants had left a sour taste in our mouths. “No, no, no!!! I won’t let this ruin our day,” I said as my hands hit the table with a thud, causing everyone sitting at the table next to us to stare. “Amber?” Lyra asked with a note of concern on her face. “I won’t let those assholes ruin our day!” I growled, already feeling wound up with each passing minute. “Well, they sorta alre…” Rowan had started to speak when a calm and smiling Lyra kicked him under the table to shut him up. “Ouch,” he exclaimed before really looking at me and muttered, “Oh.” I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to cry
Lyra’s POVRowan stopped outside the bakery like it was just another stop on a route.He took a last drag from his cigarette, slow, controlled, like he didn’t care about it at all. Then he stubbed it out on his shoe and dropped it into the trash-and-ash tray by the door.He lingered half a second before going in.I noticed anyway.We followed him inside.Amber didn’t hesitate at all. She was already halfway to the counter like she belonged there.The café area was in the back—small tables, warm lighting, quiet voices, the smell of sugar and butter so strong it hit immediately.Rowan slid into a booth first, stretching out like he was relaxed, even though his eyes were already moving around the room.I sat across from him.Amber dropped into the seat beside us. “Okay. This place is dangerous.”Rowan glanced at her. “It’s a bakery.”“Exactly,” she said. “Dangerous.”A w
Lyra’s POVAmber pulled the car into a small parking area at the edge of Ravenmere and cut the engine.For a few seconds, none of us moved.Rowan was the first to break the silence. “That’s… not what I expected.”I didn’t answer right away. I was still looking out the window.Ravenmere wasn’t what I had been bracing for.Timber-framed buildings lined cobblestone streets, white plaster walls crossed with dark wood beams. Flower boxes spilled over with color beneath nearly every window, and iron lanterns hung from curved brackets that swayed slightly in the breeze.It looked… put together.Not rich in the loud way. Not flashy.Just cared for.Like something out a children’s story book.And that was what made it sit wrong in my chest.Because all I could think about was Aurelia.Tall brick buildings packed too tightly together. Narrow streets that always felt temporary,
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 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
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
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







