Mag-log inShe thought he was just the principal. Strict. Cold. Dangerous in ways no man should be. He never smiled. Never softened. He ruled Hollow Creek College like a god behind glass walls. And yet he watched her. Every time she passed. Every move she made. She was only trying to survive her first year. No friends. No family nearby. But when she stepped into his office for the first time, everything changed. He smelled her innocence. She felt his hunger. What she didn't know what no one knew was that Kael Draven wasn't human. He was an alpha. A wolf bred for dominance, bound by instinct. And she had just awakened the part of him that was never meant to surface. Now she's seated beneath his gaze, caught between fear and desire. She doesn't know why her body burns. She doesn't know why he's looking at her like that. All she knows is that something inside her has changed. And Kael? He's done fighting it. This isn't a love story. It's a claiming.
view moreRafe’s POVThe forest wrapped around him like a second skin. The night was cold but the earth beneath his feet still held the heat of the day, the soil breathing out soft warmth with every step. He moved in silence, his form shifting through shadow and branch until he reached the ridge overlooking the academy grounds.There it was again. The scent that had been clinging to the wind for days. Wolf. Pack. Authority. Rage wrapped in restraint.Kael.Rafe smiled to himself, slow and amused. The man thought he could stalk him, hunt him, root him out before he made a move. But Kael was already too late. The game had begun long before he ever scented danger. Long before Eden ever felt watched. Long before whispers of missing livestock near the outskirts of town had made Kael sharpen his focus.Rafe crouched at the tree line, his knuckles brushing the damp leaves. He had circled the academy three times that night, memorizing the patrol routes of Kael’s pack members. They were skilled but pred
Eden’s POVThe first lecture of the term was already underway, yet my focus was nowhere near the board or the professor’s droning voice. I sat near the middle row of the lecture hall, my notebook open and blank, pen tapping idly against the page. Around me, students whispered to one another, some already restless, some half-asleep, but I could not tune into their rhythm.My gaze kept drifting to the windows.They lined the far wall, tall panes of glass that stretched toward the sky and overlooked the courtyard and the edge of the forest beyond. The sun streamed through them, bright and golden, but it only made the shadows seem darker. Every time I let my eyes rest there, I felt it. A pressure. A weight. As though something lingered just out of sight, standing still, waiting.I pressed my pen harder into the paper, willing myself to write even a word, but the letters blurred before I could form them. My hand trembled, and I quickly tucked it under the desk before anyone could notice.L
The first morning back at the academy was supposed to feel normal. That was what I told myself as I stood in front of the mirror, tugging my sweater into place and tying my hair with slow, distracted movements. The light filtering in through the tall windows carried the pale gold of early morning, and outside, I could hear the chatter of students hurrying across the grounds. The air buzzed with the restless energy of return, of routines resuming, of a thousand footsteps filling the hallways again.Normal. That was the word Layla had used last night. She had laughed as she unpacked her things, throwing her shoes into a corner and complaining about how fast the break had gone by. “Back to normal,” she had said, her voice cheerful, her eyes full of plans.But for me, the word settled differently. Heavy. Bitter.I buttoned my coat slowly, listening to the sounds outside. Laughter drifted through the open window, the kind that belonged to people who had not spent their nights haunted by sh
Kael’s POVThe forest was alive in ways most mortals would never understand. Every branch creaked like a warning, every gust of wind carried the trace of something hidden, and every shadow stretched longer than it should have under the pale light of the moon. Kael moved with a predator’s stillness, each step silent even when the earth beneath him threatened to crackle. His senses were wide open, straining to catch the faintest hint of what he sought.The shapeshifter had been near. He could feel it as clearly as he felt the thrum of his own pulse. The scent was faint, a distortion in the natural rhythm of the forest, an oil slick running through water. It made his skin crawl. And beneath it all, threaded in the sharp tang of earth and night, was something that twisted his focus in ways he did not want to admit. Eden. Her scent lingered even here, though she was nowhere near the forest. It had soaked into his instincts, refusing to release him.Kael pressed a hand against the bark of a
Rafe’s POV The fire burned lower as the night deepened, shadows stretching long and ragged across the forest floor. The rogues settled into their positions around the clearing, sharpening blades, cleaning claws, and whispering about the blood that would one day be spilled. But Rafe did not linger.
Eden’s POVThe mall lights blurred in my vision as Claire chattered beside me, her hands full of bags, her voice spilling excitement over which outfits she would wear first. I nodded when she looked at me, murmured back the right words, but none of it sank in. My pulse was still racing from the kis
Eden’s POVClaire was already buzzing again, tugging me into another boutique with racks of dresses that glittered under the soft lights. She was in her element, brushing fabrics between her fingers, holding dresses against her body in the mirror, spinning small jokes about what would look good on
Eden’s POVI stood frozen at the top of the escalator, the hum of the mall around me dimming beneath the weight of his stare. People brushed past me in waves, their laughter and chatter spilling like water over stones, but none of it reached me. All I felt was the tether that stretched across the d












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