登入All the students could talk about that morning was the new girl in school.
Every student I passed murmured about her.
Just one day in school and she had already made herself known to everyone.
I saw Mia standing before her locker, arms crossed over her chest, with her two best friends, Lola and Eva, in front of her. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I knew it was about the new girl.
I knew she would make school even more miserable than it already was. Because of her, I couldn’t sleep all night.
Losing that necklace felt as if I had just lost Dad all over again.
What would I say to Mom when she asked?
I had held it in my hands and cried all night. Thankfully, my eyes weren’t red. The students would use any opportunity to mock me.
Soon the bell rang and all the students went to their various classes. The classroom fell silent the moment Isaac walked in. Because of her—Lydia—she had her arms wrapped around his. They both moved to sit together, and all eyes followed them.
“Argh, my heart is breaking,” Kate said, her hands squeezing her chest. “He had a girlfriend all along?”
My eyes caught Mia in the front row. She was looking back at them. I had never seen her so hurt. Unlike the other girls who felt intimidated by her, I didn’t think there was anything she could do to scare Lydia away from Isaac.
She had lost.
“She is beautiful,” Lola said.
Mia’s eyes darted to her. “Go sit in the back,” she commanded.
Lola looked at her. “You are prettier,” she quickly tried to defend.
“Go to the back,” Mia spat again.
Lola sighed and grabbed her bag as she slowly moved to sit alone in the back. I smiled, struggling to hold in my laughter. As I turned to look away, my eyes caught Isaac’s. He was staring at me.
He instantly looked away as our eyes met.
Soon it was time for lunch. Like always, I ate alone in a corner. I watched as Lydia threw herself all over him. She tapped his back, drew her face too close to his when she spoke, and continued to kiss his hand.
She was obsessed.
Her eyes suddenly met mine and I quickly looked away.
“Are you staring at my boyfriend?” she spat.
I looked up again and my heart dropped. She was talking to me.
The whole place fell silent.
I quickly shook my head.
“I saw you,” she spat.
I didn’t want any trouble. I quickly stood up, carried my tray of spaghetti, and tried to walk out of the hall.
“Are you walking out on me?” She quickly stood up and marched toward me.
My head was bowed to the ground, my legs trembling. I looked up and my gaze caught Isaac staring back at us. “I don’t want anything to do with you or your boyfriend, please.”
She erupted into loud laughter. “You expect me to believe that you wouldn’t want him? Isaac McCall? Even a girl with bad taste wouldn’t look away from him.”
“That’s right, new girl. She has been bugging Isaac even before you got here,” Mia said, walking toward us.
Lydia turned around to look at her. “See, I was right.”
“That is not true,” I said.
“Are you calling me a liar?” Lydia asked. Before I could respond, she lifted her hand to slap me. I quickly bowed my head, but I didn’t feel a slap. Instead, there was a sharp clap.
I looked up and saw that Isaac had grabbed her hand. “Lydia, cut it out,” he growled and tossed her hand off.
“How dare you save her?” Lydia asked.
I quickly ran off with tears in my eyes.
Throughout that day, I stayed in the library and didn’t come out, crying my eyes out with my head on the table.
I didn’t want to be here anymore.
But I couldn’t leave school. When would this torture end?
When I heard the school bell ring, I waited thirty more minutes before I walked out of the library so I wouldn’t bump into Mia or Lydia.
As I strolled down the halls, I noticed Lydia in front of her locker.
What was she still doing here?
Most of the students had already gone home.
I quickly ran so she wouldn’t see me, and soon I found myself in the swimming arena. I panted as I walked deeper into the place. It was empty, and my footsteps echoed.
“Charlotte?” I heard a sudden voice.
I shrieked, startled. I spun around to see Isaac standing a few feet from me with a puzzled expression on his face. He hadn’t expected me to be here. I took a step back. Another loud cry escaped me as I landed in the pool.
I couldn’t swim.
The water quickly swallowed me as I sank to the bottom. I struggled to swim up, but it only pushed me down further.
My heart raced with fear. I could feel my hands trembling in the water, the water rushing into my ears.
I was going to die.
My eyes slowly closed. I felt myself losing consciousness as I drank the pool water. Then I felt a hand wrap around mine and pull me out of the pool.
Immediately, I felt oxygen around me. I gasped for breath, my eyes swinging open. Isaac’s arm was wrapped around my waist to prevent me from falling back in. His uniform was drenched with water, his brown hair sticking to his skin.
“Are you okay?” he asked, panting heavily as he gripped the tiled floor to support himself.
My body trembled, not from the cold but from fear. I couldn’t breathe no matter how much I struggled for air.
“Hey, Charlotte.”
“I… I can’t breathe…” I gasped. “I…”
His eyes scanned me. Before I could say anything more, his lips pressed against mine.
My eyes grew wide with shock.
Isaac… was kissing me?
The kiss deepened until he finally pulled away. “I’m sorry…” he swallowed. “Werewolves from my bloodline have the ability to heal. I thought that would help,” he explained.
Of course that was it. He wouldn’t really kiss me, right?
I felt a sudden tickle within me. My whole body felt as if something was alive inside me, pulling me toward him. “What is that?” I asked as I looked up at him.
He pressed his lips together. “We are mates.”
My heart dropped.
Mates?
Why did he say it like it wasn’t a surprise to him?
N
o… how could we be mates? Lydia would kill me.
“How…” I tried to speak, but his lips covered mine again. This time the kiss deepened.
The wolfsbane moved through me like slow fire.Every heartbeat pushed the burn farther—up my neck, into my jaw, behind my eyes. My legs no longer felt entirely mine. Isaac’s arm was the only solid thing keeping me upright. I could feel the tremor running through him, the effort of holding both me and the fury that wanted to tear the greenhouse apart.Jackson McCall did not raise his voice. He never needed to.“Isaac,” he said again, patient as a man explaining something to a child. “Release the girl and step aside. We are leaving.”Isaac’s answer was quiet and absolute. “No.”One of the men in dark coats shifted his weight. The other kept his eyes on the broken door, watching the rain-slick path. Lydia remained near the wall, hands folded, expression politely interested, as if she were attending a performance she had already seen rehearsed.Jackson’s gaze moved over me the way a doctor might examine a wound that had already turned septic. “She is contaminated. The longer you keep her
The vial hovered an inch from my mouth.I turned my head. The glass kissed my cheek instead. Cold liquid smeared across my skin and the scent of concentrated wolfsbane burned my nostrils.“No,” I said.Lydia’s eyes narrowed. “Do it.”The boy holding the vial tightened his grip on my jaw. His fingers dug in hard enough to bruise. Behind him Lola struggled against the other boy’s hold, her sneakers scraping uselessly on the wet tiles.I shoved with everything I had. The vial tipped. Half the liquid spilled across the boy’s sleeve. He cursed and jerked back. The remaining drops hissed against my collarbone like acid.Pain bloomed instantly—white-hot and spreading.Lydia stepped closer. “Stubborn little thing.”The greenhouse door exploded inward.Isaac filled the frame, rain streaming from his hair, green eyes almost black with rage. The bond between us roared so loud I felt it in my teeth.He didn’t speak. He moved.The first boy never saw the punch coming. Isaac’s fist connected with h
Kate’s fingers dug into my sleeve.“You’re not going,” she said again, sharper this time. “It’s a trap. You know it’s a trap.”The text glowed on my screen like a dare. Ten minutes. Alone. The old greenhouse.I pulled my arm free. “If someone else was involved with that bottle, I need to know. The headmaster already thinks I’m lying.”“Then wait for Isaac.”“He’s dealing with his father.” The words tasted bitter. “I can’t keep hiding behind him.”Kate looked like she wanted to argue further, but the second-period bell had already rung and the corridors were emptying. She cursed under her breath, then shoved her phone into my hand.“I’m tracking you. If you’re not back in fifteen minutes I’m dragging every prefect in this school out there.”I nodded once and walked away before I could change my mind.The east wing felt farther than usual. Rain still sheeted down, turning the path behind the science buildings into dark mud. The old greenhouse crouched at the edge of the grounds, glass pan
Headmaster Voss leaned forward. The leather of his chair creaked.“That is a serious accusation,” he repeated. “Do you have proof?”My mouth went dry. “I heard them. Mia Sinclair and two others. They were laughing about it behind the hedge near the pool house. One of them said the drop would make him… compliant. I only stepped in because the glass was already in his hand.”Mrs. Langford’s laugh was soft and expensive. “Convenient. No witnesses willing to speak, I assume. Only the word of a scholarship student who has been circling my daughter’s boyfriend for weeks.”“I was not circling anyone.”“Yet here we are.” She turned to the headmaster. “I want her suspended pending a full investigation. My husband sits on the board. He will not tolerate this kind of disruption.”Voss’s eyes flicked between us. “Charlotte, is there anyone who can corroborate your account?”The silence stretched. I thought of Kate, who had been across the lawn. Of Isaac, who had thanked me at the gate in that q
The first period bell had already rung by the time Kate and I reached the corridor outside the history classroom. Students parted around us in uneven waves. Some stared openly. Others pretended to check their phones while their eyes tracked every step I took. The story from last night had grown teeth overnight. I could feel the versions circulating without hearing a single full sentence.Kate stayed close until the classroom door. She squeezed my wrist once and then slipped away toward her own class. I took a breath that did not steady me and walked inside.Mr. Harrow was already writing on the board. I found my usual seat near the window and sat. The chair scraped louder than it should have. Two rows ahead Lydia sat perfectly still with her spine straight and her hair pulled into a smooth knot. She did not turn. She did not need to. The cold that rolled off her back reached me anyway.Isaac was not in the room yet. His seat remained empty. I opened my notebook and wrote the date in c
Kate was quiet for a while. Then she said, Maybe. Or maybe storms need people who are not afraid to stand in them. You stood in one tonight. You did not drown.I closed my eyes. The memory of Isaac’s face when I told him about the drop kept replaying. The way something cold and focused had settled over him. He was going to do something. I did not know what. I only knew it would not be gentle.Kate stood and crossed the room. She crouched in front of me and waited until I looked at her.You need sleep. Real sleep. Not the kind where you lie awake replaying every second. Tomorrow we figure out the rest. Tonight you rest.She stayed until I climbed into bed and pulled the blanket up. Only then did she leave, closing the door softly behind her. I listened to her footsteps fade down the hall.Sleep did not come easily. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Mia’s hand near the glass, Lydia’s face twisted with rage, Isaac’s eyes when he ordered her to let go. I thought about the mate bond again,







