“Where do you think he went?” I asked softly, staring out the car window as Linda drove.Her fingers tapped lazily on the wheel while her head leaned to the side, her eyes half-closed like she was tired of everything. “Probably home. Who knows. Honestly…” She sighed, a little too loud, “why would Ryan even think he could defeat Pete in the first place?”I pulled my knees up on the seat and hugged them tight. “I mean… he just wanted to prove himself,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “We all want to. They never even give us a real chance. If Professor Dale had passed us just once… just once… we could’ve moved up. We could’ve advanced.”Linda straightened in her seat, her fingers gripping the wheel harder now. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s why we need to stick together,” she said firmly. “We’re all in the same boat. Same struggle.”But in my chest, I knew she was wrong. Not me. Not really.I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and let out a breath that fogg
Third person POV The sun was high above the Packland field, its golden light spilling over the wide arena. The air buzzed with energy. Students filled the bleachers around the field, some standing on their toes just to get a better view. Every eye was fixed on the open ground below, where today’s challenge would decide the next defense captain. Agatha sat quietly on the lowest row, her hands clasped tightly on her lap. Beside her, Linda leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, eyes narrowed at the four students standing in the center of the field. Lya sat farther down with her two friends, Lizzie and Micah, all three of them giggling and whispering behind their hands. Around them, more students murmured excitedly, some already shouting Pete’s name as if he had already won. Everyone knew who the winner would be. Pete. After Rikky’s death, Pete was the strongest in the defense class. He carried himself like a winner already, his chest puffed out, his smirk sharp and confid
Agatha’s POV They’ve called me weak for as long as I can remember. Even before I was old enough to feel my wolf, people already looked at me like I was broken. At sixteen — the age when every werewolf connects with their wolf and shifts for the first time — I stood there in front of everyone… waiting… praying… but nothing happened. No wolf. No shift. Only silence. And then came the laughter. Everyone stared at me with pity, or worse, disgust. I felt so small that day, so ashamed, I couldn’t even look at my mother when I ran away. I came to this pack college for one reason: to find my wolf. To learn how to connect to her. To finally shift and prove them all wrong. This school is made for young werewolves like me — to help us learn control, understand our wolves, and train to be warriors. There are four departments here: The Healers’ class, for those who treat sick and injured wolves. The Defense class, for warriors and for learning to control your wolf during battle. T
Agatha’s POV “Okay, everyone. Be quiet while your test results are passed out,” Professor Dale said in his cold, steady voice. He stood at the front of the room, tall and stiff, with his arms crossed as always. “If you didn’t pass… it means you don’t belong in my defense class.” He handed the papers to the first student in the front row. That student took theirs, then passed the rest back down the rows. I sat all the way at the back, like I always did. Linda sat on my left. Ryan sat on my right. “How is this man not grieving?” Linda whispered, leaning toward me. Her voice was soft but sharp. “His only son just died. Shouldn’t he… take time off or something?” I glanced up at Professor Dale again. His face didn’t show anything. No sadness. No anger. Nothing. Just cold, calm, and unreadable. “Maybe… this is how he grieves,” Ryan muttered, spinning his pen between his fingers. I shook my head slowly. “No… I don’t think so,” I whispered back. “Rikky was his only son. He even made hi
Agatha’s POV “What’s wrong, little omega? Can’t get up?” Lya laughed, bending over me and grabbing my hair tightly. “You’re so weak. It’s actually pathetic.” Her sharp nails dug into my scalp as she yanked my head up. My eyes stung with pain, but I refused to cry. “Let go of me!” I snapped, glaring at her through the strands of hair falling over my face. Lya’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh? So now you’ve grown a spine? You think because two Alpha boys looked at you, you’re special?” Behind her, Lizzie and Micah giggled like hyenas, their eyes filled with hate. I clenched my fists hard. My wolf inside growled softly, angry and ready—but I still couldn’t shift. No matter how strong I felt inside, my body wasn’t ready. That’s why they all looked down on me. That’s why I was always the one getting hurt. Lya leaned closer. I could smell her strong perfume mixed with something bitter—jealousy. “First, you followed Rhunar around like a puppy. Now you’re running after Fenrik?”
Fenrik’s POV “Stay… stay away from me!” she stammered, her voice small and shaky. Agatha backed away, one step at a time like I was some monster from her nightmares. Her eyes were wide. Her breathing was fast. Her wolf trembled inside her—I could feel it. Sense it. The same girl who fed me ice cream just yesterday… The same girl who laughed beside me like we were friends… Now she couldn’t even look me in the eyes. She looked at me like I was a killer. Well i am. But still… it hurt. My red-glowing eyes locked on hers. “What’s wrong, Omega?” I asked softly, stepping toward her. “Don’t you want your friend anymore?” My voice cracked just a little, but I didn’t show it. “I’m still me, you know.” I reached out to brush the hair from her face, my fingers gentle. But she flinched. Hard. Then shoved my hand away—like my touch burned her. Without a word, she turned and ran. Straight into his arms. Rhunar. Of course. My jaw tightened as I watched her hide behin