LOGINI have a gift for being in the right place without being noticed.It wasn't a useful gift in normal situations. Most people would probably call it being forgettable.At Dominion, I'd learned to appreciate it.I was in the Vesper adjacent corridor when Raven's second-in-command, a sharp Vesper senior named Dessa, passed with a folded note that had Cain's office seal on the outside.She moved quickly, but not quickly enough.I noticed the seal first.Then the direction she had come from.Raven's room.I didn't intercept it.Stopping her would have raised questions, and questions were dangerous when I didn't yet know what I was looking for. Instead, I noted the direction it came from—Raven's room—and the direction it was going—Cain's wing.I filed this and went about my day like I hadn't seen anything.But I kept thinking about it.Raven had told Cassian she was done.She'd made that very clear.The public attachment. The declaration at the Iron Circle. The way she'd tried to position he
The infirmary smelled like antiseptic and old bandages.I sat on the examination table while the healer wrapped my ribs. Nothing serious—just bruising, she said. I'd taken worse.She pressed two fingers against the sore spot beneath my left side, and I sucked in a sharp breath.“Sorry,” she said, though her hands didn't stop moving. “I need to make sure nothing is cracked.”“I already told you it's fine.”“And I already told you to stop talking while I examine you.”I closed my mouth.She checked the bruising once more, then reached for a fresh strip of bandage. “No fracture. The swelling should settle in a few days. Avoid sparring until then.”“How many days?”“At least three.”“Two.”She gave me a flat look. “Three.”I sighed. “Fine.”“And no heavy lifting.”“I don't do heavy lifting.”“You're a student at Dominion Academy. You do heavy lifting every other day.”I couldn't argue with that.She finished wrapping my ribs and secured the bandage. “If the pain gets worse, come back. Don
We moved through the final phase of the Hunt toward the Dominion Arena finish point. The forest had started to thin as we approached the final stretch. Through the trees, I could occasionally see the distant stone walls of the Dominion Arena. The sight should have made everyone relax. It did the opposite. Everyone knew the final phase was where teams became careless. After four days of tracking, fighting, and rationing supplies, exhaustion made people slower. Confidence made them predictable. I kept my eyes moving. "How far?" Ronan asked. "Less than an hour if we keep this pace," one of the Solas students answered. Val was several yards ahead with Gwen and the Umbra students. She looked tired, but she was still moving with the same controlled focus she'd shown since the Hunt began. The bond between us was quiet. Not absent. Just quiet. After everything that had happened during the Hunt, I had stopped pretending I didn't notice every small change in it. Then we reached the n
The Hunt paused at midday for a mandatory academy assessment.Professor Jeter had embedded a shifting evaluation into the Hunt's structure this year, requiring all participants to demonstrate a timed partial shift in the field. The announcement came via academy alert on everyone's phones.The alert listed the requirements in neat, official language. Each participant had to shift on command, maintain the form for thirty seconds, and return to human shape without assistance. Any instability would be recorded for follow-up assessment.Thirty seconds.I could barely manage a controlled shift for ten without the suppressant fighting against my wolf. The new compound from Ronan's Umbra contact had helped, but it wasn't a cure. It only gave me more time before the pressure built.And now I had to perform in front of a professor."Problem?" Ronan asked, appearing at my elbow."No.""You're pale.""I'm fine."He glanced at the alert in my hand. "Right. The assessment."I locked my phone. "It's
My team was competent.Ronan was on it, which helped. Two Solas seniors and a Vesper tactician rounded out the group—people who knew what they were doing and did not require managing.Under normal circumstances, this would be ideal.Under current circumstances, the bond was pulling me northwest with the persistent urgency of a compass that had found its true direction. Leading a team while tracking a feeling that wasn't mine required a specific kind of divided attention I hadn't previously needed to develop.I checked the map again as we moved between the trees. The Hunt had divided the forest into several sectors, each marked with boundary stones and tracking runes. Our current route should have taken us toward the eastern ridge, but the bond kept drawing my attention away from it.I forced myself to focus on the team."The trail's heading toward the eastern ridge," the Vesper tactician said. "We should move before the other teams catch up."I nodded. "Lead the way."He took point, s
The Hunt of Shadows began at dawn.Teams were assigned across Dominion lines, packs broken up deliberately to force alliance-building with strangers. I stood at the academy gates and read the team list, my breath fogging in the cold morning air.My name was separated from Cassian's.Around me, students gathered in their assigned groups. Some complained about being separated from their friends. Others looked pleased to have been placed with stronger fighters. A few were already arguing over who would lead.I kept my eyes on the list.The Hunt was supposed to test more than combat. We would be expected to track targets, protect our teams, and make decisions without instructors stepping in. The academy had made it clear that no one would be rescued simply because they disliked their assignment.I had no intention of giving them a reason to rescue me.My team: two Umbra students I barely knew, a Ferox mid-ranker named Borek who looked at me like I was something to be tested, and Lyra.Lyr
Raven tasted like cherry lip balm and something feminine. She was soft in the way I liked as we locked lips.Her fingers tangled in my hair, her body warm against mine as she shifted on my lap, lips trailing down my jaw. I let my head fall back against the wall, exhaling through my nose as her han
The training grounds were alive with tension. Everybody seemed uneasy on the field. They were about to be introduced to something they've never undertaken so their worry was expected. But weakness was not tolerated.Dominance challenges weren’t just a tradition at Dominion Academy—they were law. I
The great hall buzzed with conversations. It seemed everybody was curious about who they were about to be sharing a room with.And from the look of things, I wasn't the only fresher. There were some people with bags. Obviously they didn't have to run away from their homes to be here.Students gathe
The night swallowed me whole.The moment my feet hit the dense forest beyond my father’s estate, I forced myself not to look back. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to put as much distance between myself and my former life as possible. But I couldn’t afford reckless speed. Not yet.I kept my st







