MasukHello guys, how are you doing today? I'm sorry that it's a short chapter, not feeling that great. But, I promise to make it up to you guys, by releasing two chapters tomorrow. Hope, I'm forgiven?🥺🌸
Zane's Point Of ViewIt was finally time for the students to return to the Academy. The excursion, the long and tense days away, the lingering anxiety that had settled like a second skin over everyone, was ending. The woods had left marks on all of us, in ways small and large, and as the early morning sun began to filter through the canopy, I could feel the shift in mood. Relief, exhaustion, anticipation—everything coiled together into a single, taut string of energy.Ronan was driving. His hands on the wheel were steady, precise, the calm focus I had come to expect from him in nearly every circumstance. I sat beside him, strapped in, legs folded neatly, chest still lingering with the memory of pain, of the wolfsbane, of the chains. Caroline and Charlie were ahead of us, following Miles and the rest of the students on foot, keeping pace with the main group. The Academy’s bus carried the remaining students and teachers, its rumble a distant reminder of structure and order that contras
Two Weeks LaterZane's Point Of ViewIt had been two weeks since the incident in the woods, that brutal, chaotic morning that should have left me dead if Ronan hadn’t intervened. The memory still clung to me, sharp and vivid, like ice under my skin. Every motion I made, every slight tension in my muscles, carried the memory of the cold, wet earth beneath me, the jagged snap of branches, the sound of snarling that had belonged to Celia more than the wolves she commanded.Ronan had rescued me, and in the aftermath, he hadn’t held back in telling me exactly what he had done to Celia. It was harsh. Brutally precise, like he had dissected every choice she had made to get herself into this mess. Most people would have scolded him for being cruel. I didn’t. Not fully. I felt she had brought it upon herself. Her own hubris, her manipulations, the way she had tried to orchestrate every move to force him to notice her, to make him feel guilty and responsible.Alisa, meanwhile, had gone complet
Celia's Point Of ViewI shivered at the tone in his voice, that cold, controlled edge that had always set my blood on fire with both fear and frustration. My throat was raw, my wrists ached where the silver chains bit into my skin, and every muscle in my body screamed to move, to escape, to lash out—but I couldn’t.Not with him standing there, silent, watching, everything controlled by him, everything dictated by him.Before I could speak again, he turned and walked toward the exit, his boots clicking steadily against the stone floor. The distance between us stretched instantly, and my chest constricted as if the air itself were being stolen from me. I clenched my fists so tightly that the metal chains rattled against the stone chair, sending a sharp echo through the dungeon.“Zane!” I gasped, the name ripping from my throat before I could stop it. “You hybrid—wretch! What exactly did he... what did you do to Ronan?” My voice shook as I spoke, partly from the wolfsbane, partly from ra
Celia's Point Of ViewI nodded.The motion was small, slow, and barely noticeable, but it was deliberate.He’s lying.The thought settled into my mind with quiet certainty.Ronan remained where he stood across the dungeon, the torchlight shifting along the stone walls behind him. The silence between us stretched, thick and unmoving, broken only by the soft crackle of fire and the faint metallic creak of the chains every time my chest lifted for breath.He didn’t repeat what he had said earlier.He didn’t try to convince me again.He only watched.For several long seconds, nothing changed. His posture stayed straight, shoulders squared, one hand loosely holding the half-empty bottle that had poisoned my body. His gaze remained fixed on me, steady and controlled, like someone examining the final result of an action that had already been decided.My lungs pulled in another slow breath. The air scraped against the burn in my throat. The wolfsbane continued to move through my bloodstream,
Celia's Point Of ViewThe chair did not move.No matter how much I tried to shift my weight, no matter how hard my shoulders strained against the restraints, the bolts fixed into the dungeon floor kept the chair rooted in place. They had been driven deep into the stone, thick iron bolts hammered so firmly into the ground that even the smallest vibration from my struggling body only echoed faintly through the metal frame instead of loosening it.The silver chains wrapped around my wrists and chest held tighter every time my body tensed, the cold metal pressing deeper into my skin as if it had a mind of its own.Every tiny movement only made the chains respond. When my wrists flexed, the links tightened. When my chest rose with breath, the band around my ribs constricted. Even the slight shift of my shoulders caused the chains to scrape against my skin with a soft metallic drag that sent sharp sparks of pain through my nerves.My breath came in ragged pulls.Each inhale felt shallow.Ea
I slammed the door behind me and twisted the lock with shaking fingers.The sound echoed through the quiet room like a verdict. For a moment I just stood there, staring at the wood of the door as if it might burst open at any second. My chest rose and fell too fast, my lungs pulling in air that never felt like enough.Then I pushed the heavy desk chair against the door and braced it there.Only when it refused to move did my legs finally give out. I staggered backward and sank onto the bed, pressing both palms over my face. The heat of my breath soaked into my skin as the first broken sound escaped my throat.Ronan had captured Celia.The words kept repeating in my head, over and over again, refusing to fade. Captured. Not confronted. Not questioned. Captured. That meant he knew something. Or worse… he knew everything.My fingers curled against my face and I dragged them down slowly, pressing hard against my eyes until stars burst behind my lids.“What have I done…” I whispered.My vo







