LOGINAMELIA 'DECLAN' SILVER Cracks in the mask I woke up with my heart pounding. It was not the good kind of fast heartbeat — the what on earth did I just get myself into kind. And honestly, I didn’t blame myself. I was in a school full of wolves who hated weakness, boys who fought before breakfast and sized you up like prey the moment you walked in. And then there was Ronan Darius. And my stupid heart reacted. Idiot. Why him? Why here? Why now? I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, dressed as carefully as I could, binding down my chest tightly, hiding every curve, making sure I looked as flat and masculine as possible. The last thing I needed was someone noticing what was underneath. Someone like Ronan. Stop thinking about him, Amelia. Focus. I tucked short hair under a cap, put on my uniform jacket, and headed out. Training class. My first physical combat training in Lunaris. Great. Just great. If I survived breakfast yesterday, training woul
RONAN DARIUS He was different… and my wolf knew it! I have never been the type to stare. Not at new students, not at threats, not even at fools who think they can challenge me. Nothing rattles me here. Lunaris Academy belongs to the wolves born to rule, and I’ve always stood at the top of that food chain. But then he walked in, the air shifted. There was something about him that felt different from others here in Lunaris. Or maybe I was overthinking it… making a meal out of nothing. Time will tell… that's what they say. I didn’t even realize I had been watching him until Jaxon nudged my arm with his elbow, nearly making me spill my coffee. “Hey, what’s up with you?” Jaxon muttered, eyebrows raised. “You’ve been staring holes into the new kid since he showed up.” I didn't look at him. My eyes stayed on the student— slender, quiet, eyes alert, posture stiff like he was constantly calculating escape routes. There’ was something wrong about him. Not wrong like
AMELIA 'DECLAN' SILVER He didn't stop! If someone asked me to describe the Lunaris dining hall in one sentence, I’d say: A feeding ground where testosterone, scrambled eggs, and chaos fight for dominance. I hadn’t even stepped fully inside before the noise hit me like a slap. Shouting. Laughter. Chairs scraping. Someone banging on a table rhythmically like it was a battle drum. The air smelled like maple syrup, toast, sausages… and competitiveness. Boys moved in packs here… laughing too loud, talking too big, walking like they owned gravity. I clutched my tray like it was a shield and tried to blend with the crowd. Zayn walked beside me, casual and silent like someone used to this madness. Meanwhile, I felt like a rabbit who snuck into a wolf convention by wearing fur and hoping for the best. “Just don’t stare at anyone too long,” Zayn murmured. “Why?” I asked, even though I felt like I already knew why. “You’ll either challenge them, flirt by
AMELIA ‘Declan’ SILVER Chaotic! If someone had told me that Lunaris Academy wasn’t just a school but a certified mad house for elite young men with too much testosterone and too many secrets, I would have politely laughed. Now? I wasn’t laughing. I was regretting all my life decisions up to this very moment. I stood at the massive iron gates… that must have been the third one I had come across… with suitcase in hand, hood low over my forehead. The stone walls looked ancient, the emblem of Lunaris carved on them like a warning — a wolf and moon intertwined. And I? I was about to walk into this place pretending to be someone I wasn’t… Totally boy… And if anyone here found out I wasn’t one? Well… let’s just say expulsion would be the least of my worries. Boys didn’t like being tricked, especially powerful, ego-heavy, competitive ones. I took a breath. You're Declan. Keep your voice low. Don’t panic. Don’t stare too hard. Don’t accidentally wa
AMELIA ‘Declan’ SILVER He’s the one! If there was ever a moment my lungs forgot how to work, it was that second… sitting in Damien’s car, realizing I wasn’t staring at some random student but at him. Lennox Hale… The same Lennox I almost got forced to marry. The same Lennox whose father had laughed while talking about “taming” his future Luna… me. And here he was, feet away, breathing the same air, completely unaware that the “strange boy” sitting beside him was the girl he had nearly claimed like property. I felt my pulse drum loudly in my throat. For a second, I wondered if wolves could hear heartbeats the way vampires were rumored to. If he could, then I was done for, because mine sounded like thunder trapped inside a metal drum. He looked at me briefly again, eyes sharp and unreadable. His scent… cedar and storm… hit me harder this time. I forced my face to stay neutral. Declan, not Amelia. A boy, not a girl. Calm. Breathe. Damien cleared his throat
Amelia's Pov “No, Amelia. I can’t let you do this,” my aunt’s voice broke the silence, thick with concern as she caught sight of me standing before the mirror, scissors in hand, ready to cut my hair.“I need to do this,” I replied, firm but not unkind. Her hand, gripping mine tightly to stop me, trembled. For a moment she held on, torn between resistance and helplessness, and then slowly, she let go. Tears pooled in her eyes, glistening like they might fall at any second.“You knew about this?” she hissed, whipping around to glare at her son, Declan. He stood frozen beside her, wide-eyed, as though only now realizing the weight of what I was about to do.A few months ago, when my aunt secretly sent supplies to me, I had stumbled upon her plans to enroll Declan at Lunaris Academy, an all-boys institution, the crucible where future Alphas were molded. But Declan had been stalling, dragging his feet and refusing to commit.When I’d read further, I understood his hesitation. And I made m







