LOGINI wasn't spying.I told myself that twice while I stood behind a curtain of hanging vines in the herbology greenhouse, close enough to smell damp soil and dried lavender and the faint, suppressed thread of Val's scent underneath all of it.I'd come to find her. That was all. She'd missed the first ten minutes of the window I'd blocked for conditioning work, and I didn't like when schedules slipped.Then I heard her voice and I stopped moving."I don't know how long I can do this."She said it quietly. The kind of quiet that meant she'd been holding it for a while.Lyra was beside her, both of them crouched over a low shelf of herbs, hands busy. "You've lasted this long," Lyra said."Barely." Val set something down. "Before it was just the academy I had to survive. Now I have to survive the academy and him. At the same time. Every hour."Something moved in my chest."He's not going to expose you," Lyra said, and I noted that she said it with more certainty than she should have had, whi
A single sheet of paper on my desk, weighed down by my wolfsbane vial like he'd placed it there deliberately. Like he wanted me to see both at the same time, the thing keeping me alive and the thing reminding me who held the leash now.I sat up and read it.Six a.m. — morning drills. With him.Seven-thirty — breakfast. Solas table, east end, second seat.Nine — Leadership class. Front row.Eleven — combat review. His schedule, not mine.Afternoon — strategy sessions he'd circled twice.Every hour. Mapped out. His handwriting was clean and precise, each letter exactly the same size as the one before it. Of course it was. Even his penmanship was perfect.I sat there for a long moment with the paper in my hands.Then I set it back down very carefully, because what I wanted to do was tear it into pieces and shove it under his pillow.He was already gone. Bed made, room empty. Like he'd never been there at all.I pressed my palms flat on the desk and breathed through it.You have no choice
She was still on her knees when I rose to my full height. I didn't reach down. Didn't offer a hand. I just stood there and let the silence do the work, because silence was a weapon I knew how to use better than most.The forest was still around us. Wind through leaves. Somewhere far off, the faint sound of drills continuing without us.She breathed hard. Mud on her palms. Leaves in her hair. Eyes locked on the ground like if she didn't look at me, I might stop being real.I waited.Ten seconds. Twenty."Stop it," she finally said."I haven't done anything.""You're just standing there. Looking at me like—" She cut herself off. Pushed to her feet on her own, not accepting the help I hadn't offered. Smart. "Like you've already decided something.""I have."That got her to look up.Her eyes were blue. I already knew that. But in the dim light of the trees, with mud on her jaw and her chest heaving, they looked almost silver. Wild. Like something that had been cornered too many times to
I woke up with an odd feeling.Not the kind of feeling that comes from a bad dream. The kind that settles in my chest before my brain catches up. Like something had gone wrong but I couldn't place what it was. My body ached. Ribs, shoulders, the deep bruise along my left side that pulsed every time I breathed. I remembered Darren's fists. I remembered the dirt in my mouth and staying on my feet anyway.What I didn't remember was changing my clothes.I looked down.Clean shirt. Different pants. My breath stopped.I turned slowly, heart slamming. Cassian was on his bed, one arm draped over his eyes, breathing like he was asleep. His chest rose and fell, slow and even.But his head tilted the moment I moved.Just slightly.Just enough.My stomach dropped.He knows.No. I didn't know that. I couldn't know that. Maybe I'd changed before I passed out. Maybe I'd—I hadn't. I knew I hadn't. I'd been bleeding and dizzy and too exhausted to lift my arms. And now someone had cleaned the blood
Raven’s threat echoed in my head “Whatever you see in him, I’ll make sure it ends” as I stood in the Combat Yard, the morning sun harsh on my face. Val’s silence last night, her stubborn refusal to open up, had left me restless, my wolf pacing. The bond burned, pulling me to him despite my doubts, his walls clashing with my emotional walls. He was a lot of things but open wasn't one of them. Always on the defensive. It was really frustrating when all I want to do is help him.It has always been my personal decision to not involve myself in anyone's business but Val was making it difficult for me to go through with my decision. The Dominance Trials roared around me, students shouting, it was another day and the competition was still on, I didn't have eyes for anyone but him. Just when my eyes found Val, standing in a far corner to hide his presence, Darren, the dorm bully, stepped forward, his sneer wide. “Rhen, you’re up,” he barked, pointing at Val. “No declining.” My heart kick
Val’s scent lingered in my mind, that faint sweetness from the infirmary, too soft for an alpha. And too entrapping to be ordinary. I couldn’t shake it off. What the hell is wrong with me?My wolf restless as I stood in the Assembly Hall, the air buzzing with students. Lyra’s warning to Val “You need to prepare for the day he finds out” rang in my ears, overheard when I lingered outside her garden. Which was very annoying. I always seem to appear late when they're mostly done with their conversations.But time and time again, I was always proven right that Val was hiding something major, his stubborn silence driving a wedge between us, and my family’s rule of no emotions made sure I keep my walls up. But the freakish bond pulled, hot and heavy, trying to make me give in to the savage impulses of the wolf within. And none of those impulses involve a gentle pat on the back.Headmaster Rin stepped onto the stage, his voice booming. “The annual Dominance Trials begin today! No individu







