LOGINRonan's Point Of View The moment Zane stepped through that dorm entrance, something inside me eased, just slightly.Not enough to call it peace. But enough to let me breathe again.I stayed there longer than necessary, watching the door even after it closed behind him. My eyes remained fixed on that weathered wood, refusing to shift, refusing to acknowledge anything else around me. The quiet hum of the academy, the distant footsteps of students passing by, the faint glow of the lanterns lining the pathway... it all blurred into background noise. None of it registered. None of it mattered.All that mattered was the image of him disappearing behind that door, the last glimpse of his silhouette before the darkness swallowed him whole.Safe.Close enough that I could reach him if I needed to. Close enough that the distance between us felt manageable, bearable.Far enough that I had to let him go... for now.My jaw tightened, muscles tensing with the effort of restraint."Till my last bre
Zane's Point Of ViewI didn't answer that. Because that one hit too close. A heavy silence settled in my head, thick and suffocating. Not empty. Just… full. Too full, like a dam about to burst. My fingers curled slightly against the couch as I exhaled slowly, trying to release some of the pressure building in my chest. "I said it," I murmured after a moment, my voice barely audible. "I told Ronan the truth." ‘Part of it.’ My jaw tightened again, teeth grinding together. "I told him enough." ‘Did you?’ The question hung in the air, accusatory and patient all at once. I sat up abruptly, running a hand through my hair in frustration, tugging harder than necessary. "What do you want from me, Fenrir?" I snapped quietly, the words sharp despite their low volume. "I chose him. I told him I chose him. What else is there?" Silence. Then, ‘Clarity.’ I let out a short, humorless laugh that died in my throat. "Yeah? Let me know when you find some." Because right now, everything felt ta
Zane's Point Of View The door clicked shut behind me. And the moment it did… everything I had been holding in… cracked. I leaned back against it, my head falling against the wood with a soft thud as I sucked in a sharp breath. My chest rose too fast, too uneven, like I had just sprinted miles instead of walking a few steps down a hallway. "God…" My hand came up to my chest, pressing flat against it as though that would somehow steady the chaos inside. It didn't. My heart was racing. Not just fast… wild. Uncontrolled. Like it hadn't received the memo that everything was… fine now. That I was safe. That I had chosen. That he had accepted it. But no. It kept pounding as though I were still standing in front of him, caught in that heavy, intense moment where every word felt like it could shift everything between us. Where his eyes had searched mine, waiting for an answer I hadn't been ready to give. "Why does he do that…" I muttered under my breath, dra
Ronan's Point Of View"Oh?" I raised a brow, fighting to keep my expression neutral even as amusement danced in my chest. "And why's that?""Because—" He started strong, then stopped abruptly, his mouth snapping shut as he clearly realized he was about to say something he wasn't ready to admit out loud. The conflict played across his features like a silent film… want versus pride, truth versus self-preservation. I waited, patient and expectant, giving him space to either commit or retreat. The silence stretched between us, taut as a bowstring. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head, watch him calculate and recalculate what he was willing to reveal. He narrowed his eyes at me, frustration bleeding through his carefully constructed facade. His fingers twitched at his sides, restless energy seeking an outlet he wouldn't allow it. "Don't push it," he warned, though the threat lacked its usual bite. His voice had gone rough around the edges, fraying with emotion he cou
Ronan's Point Of View"Till my last breath." For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The world didn't stop. The wind still moved through the trees lining the Academy paths, voices still echoed faintly in the distance, magic still hummed beneath the stones like a living thing. But none of it reached me. All I could see… was him. Zane stood right in front of me, his chest rising and falling a little too fast, his fingers still curled loosely in my shirt like he didn't trust himself to let go completely. Like if he released his grip, I might vanish into the night. His eyes… those dark, stormy eyes were locked onto mine, stubborn and unyielding, even with the flicker of nervousness buried deep inside them. He looked… determined. And terrified. And frustrated. All at once. The combination should have been impossible, yet there it was, written across every line of his face, in the tension of his shoulders, in the way his jaw clenched and released. And it hit me then, harder than any
Zane's Point Of View"I'm Scared of losing you, Zane." The words landed like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. That hit harder than anything else he'd said tonight, harder than the anger I'd braced myself for, harder than any accusation he could have thrown at me. I went completely still, every muscle in my body freezing as my mind struggled to process what I'd just heard. Because that wasn't what I'd expected. Not from him. Not from Ronan… the man who'd just threatened to bury someone six feet under like he was discussing the weather. The man who moved through the world with the unshakeable confidence of someone who'd never met a problem he couldn't solve or destroy. The man who carried himself like nothing and no one could ever truly shake him. And yet, there it was, laid bare between us. Clear. Unfiltered. Vulnerable in a way that made my heart ache. "I've already put you through enough," he continued, his voice quieter now, stripped of its usual comma
Zane's Point Of View “Miles?” My voice came out rough, disbelieving, like I was afraid if I said it too loud, he’d disappear.The air in the hall seemed to still, the noise of the crowd fading into a dull hum as I stood there, frozen, my eyes locked onto the man in front of me. Miles. His presenc
Zane's Point Of View The common room felt smaller suddenly, the air thicker, the scent of coffee and toast mixing with something darker, something electric, that made my pulse spike. Miles stood in one fluid motion, his broad frame unfolding like a blade being drawn, his sharp eyes locked onto mi
Zane's Point Of View The Old Library slammed back into focus, the stone walls towering around me, the scent of old parchment and magic thick in the air. My knees buckled, my body suddenly too heavy, too real, the weight of the ritual still humming in my bones. I hit the ground hard, my hands slapp
Zane's Point Of View “Zane will be retaking his Inheritance Ceremony.”The second the words left Headmistress Elaris’s lips, the hall erupted.A storm of gasps, shouts, and murmurs crashed over the room like a tidal wave, the sound deafening, the air thick with shock and disbelief. My pulse spike







