LOGINThe sound was deafening.
A crash, sharp, sudden and violent ripped through the hallway like thunder. Alicia spun toward the door, her pulse jumping. “What was that?” she whispered, her voice barely a breath. Kevin’s expression shifted instantly from relaxed to razor-sharp alertness. His head tilted, listening. The change in him was so quick it frightened her. His eyes darkened, his body tense, like someone preparing for war. Without a word, he moved past her in long, sure strides. His energy was different now, he looked focused, guarded, dangerous. The noise came again, louder this time, followed by shouting and something else… something wrong. A low growl. Alicia froze, the sound slicing through her. “Kevin…” But before she could finish, Kevin turned sharply, grabbed her arm, and pushed her backward. His touch wasn’t gentle, it was urgent. “Stay inside, Alicia,” he said, his tone steady but firm. “Don’t open this door. No matter what you hear.” Her eyes widened. “Wait!! what’s going on?” He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his focus fixed on the noise outside. Then he looked at her again, his gaze holding hers like an anchor. “Promise me.” The seriousness in his voice made her throat tighten. She didn’t know why, but she nodded. “I promise.” Before she could say another word, he stepped out and slammed the door shut. A sharp click followed. He had locked it from the outside. “Kevin!” she called, banging on the wood. “Kevin, what’s happening?” No answer. Only silence. Then… The noise began again. *** Muffled shouting. A crash so hard it rattled the picture frame on the wall. Alicia stumbled closer to the door, heart racing. She pressed her ear to the cool wood. Through it, she could hear chaos, voices, movement, heavy impacts that made the floor vibrate. Something or someone hit the wall hard enough to make the mirror in the room tremble. Alicia pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady her breathing. Every sound outside seemed magnified, the quick, sharp intakes of breath, the dull thud of a body meeting the ground, the hiss of something wild. Then she heard it. Claws. Scraping. Long, dragging scrapes across the floor like metal raking against stone. Her chest tightened. “Did a wild animal break in to cause chaos?” she whispered under her breath. Even as she said it, a shiver ran through her. It didn’t sound like any animal she’d ever heard. It sounded angrier. The air grew heavier, thick and suffocating. Then came the smell. Iron. Blood. Alicia’s hand flew to her mouth. Her mind spun with panic and confusion. Outside, something snarled. The sound was so close she felt it in her bones. Kevin’s voice followed, low and sharp, his tone controlled but strained. She couldn’t make out the words, but they didn’t sound like English. It was deeper. Older. Powerful. Then came another growl, deeper this time, vibrating through the door. Alicia backed away instinctively. “Kevin…” she whispered again, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her. A heavy thud! shook the doorframe. The lights flickered. Then, briefly a flash of red light seared through the narrow gap under the door, bright enough to burn behind her eyelids. And just like that, silence. Alicia stood frozen, her breath loud in the stillness. Then something heavy fell against the floor with a dull, final sound. Thud. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She swallowed hard. “Kevin?” No response. Another sound, a slow shuffle, the faint rhythm of footsteps moving toward the door. Her body alert. A dark shadow slid across the light under the door. Then something wet hit the floor. Drip… drip… drip… Her breath caught. ‘Blood. It had to be blood.’ she said in her head She reached for the handle out of instinct but Kevin’s voice echoed in her mind: ‘Don’t open this door. No matter what you hear.’ Her fingers trembled as she pulled back. The handle twitched once. Alicia jumped, staring at it. Then again, a slow rattle, like something testing the lock. Her pulse thundered. “Who’s there?” For a moment, silence. Then… A voice. Low. Distorted. Half-human. “Alicia…” Her heart stopped. That voice, she didn't know it. But it sounded wrong. It was thick, rough, like it had been dragged through smoke. “Kevin?” she whispered. The breathing outside was harsh now, uneven, almost animal. She stepped back slowly, her body trembling. A heavy thud followed, and then came the scraping again, something dragging across the floor. Then… silence. The footsteps moved away, fading down the hall. She stood there for what felt like forever before she heard it, metal turning. The key. *** The lock clicked. Alicia jumped back as the door creaked open. Kevin stood there, breathless. He looked like he had run through hell. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, smeared with dirt and something darker maybe blood. His knuckles were raw, his jaw tight. “Are you okay?” she breathed. He nodded once. His voice was low, rough. “It’s safe now.” ‘Safe?’ She wasn’t sure she believed him. “What happened?” she asked, her voice trembling. Kevin didn’t look at her. His eyes swept the room, scanning it like he was making sure nothing had followed him inside. “You don’t want to know.” Her heart dropped. “Kevin, please…” He finally looked at her then, and for a moment, she saw something flicker in his eyes. Something not entirely… human. It was gone before she could name it. Alicia stepped around him, drawn by the eerie quiet outside. When she peeked through the open door, her breath hitched. The hallway was wrecked. Chairs and tables overturned. Shards of glass scattered like ice on the floor. And along the walls, long, ragged claw marks, deep enough to expose the wood beneath. ‘Where did the tables and chairs come from?’ she asked herself with a look of confusion She turned slowly to Kevin. “Was it… an animal?” Kevin exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. His shirt lifted slightly, revealing a thin cut across his ribs. “You were never supposed to see this side of the college.” His words sent a chill through her. “This side?” she repeated. “What do you mean by that?” Before he could answer, a new sound filled the air. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. Heavy. Alicia turned and froze. At the far end of the hall stood Raymond. Half in shadow, half bathed in the flickering hallway light. His shirt was gone, his chest streaked with dirt and blood. The sight should’ve scared her but it was his eyes that rooted her to the spot. They glowed. Faint but unmistakable red, like dying embers flickering beneath the surface. Alicia’s breath hitched. For a moment, neither of them moved. The hallway around them seemed to fade, the silence stretching thin. ‘Blood again,’ she thought weakly. Kevin took a small step in front of her, instinctively protective. But Raymond’s gaze wasn’t on Kevin. It was on her. And for a brief, impossible second, she thought she saw loneliness in his eyes, real, human loneliness buried beneath that dangerous glow. Then the light dimmed. His eyes went back to normal. And without a word, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the broken silence. Alicia stood there, unable to move. The world around her felt unreal, the blood, the destruction, the metallic scent in the air. Kevin’s voice was quiet when he spoke. “Stay close to me from now on.” Her throat tightened. “Kevin…” He didn’t meet her eyes. His jaw flexed like he was holding something back. “Some things in this academy,” he said finally, “are better left unseen.” She looked down the hallway again, where Raymond had disappeared. The silence buzzed in her ears. Her lips parted. The question came out before she could stop it. “What are you, Raymond?” The words hung in the air, heavy and dangerous. And then the lights flickered once, then twice before going out completely, plunging everything into darkness. It wasn't dark outside yet but it felt dark.Alicia quickly looked away, pretending she didn’t notice the confusion tightening Raymond’s jaw. Her heartbeat sprinted wildly, like footsteps fleeing through a silent, empty hallway.She swallowed, clutching her blanket as though it could protect her from her own thoughts.Raymond shut the door behind him, slow but fierce, the sound echoing in the dorm room. His gaze stayed locked on her face, like he was peeling back the surface of her skin in search of the truth she was trying desperately to hide.“What happened?” His voice was calm… too calm. A calm that warned storms were coming.Alicia forced a light laugh, but it trembled like leaves in the wind. “Nothing. I just… spaced out.”She hoped the lie would dissolve into the air and he wouldn’t notice. But Raymond didn’t speak. Instead, he took a step closer, shadows crawling across his handsome features, the kind of shadows that whispered danger.For a heartbeat, Alicia thought he’d demand answers, questions she had no answers to. Bu
“Not everyone is what they seem.”Alicia repeated the sentence over and over in her head, her footsteps echoing lightly through the busy hallway. She didn’t even realize she’d said it aloud until heads turned, curious glances, raised brows, whispers that weren’t subtle at all.She froze.What is everyone hiding?The question slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. More stares. More silence.Alicia blinked rapidly, snapping herself out of the trance. She tucked her books closer to her chest and walked without care about the eyes that watched her. She didn’t like but she could deal with it.‘Should I ask Kevin again?’Maybe he knew something. He always seemed like he did.Her thoughts were interrupted when two voices drifted to her from around the corner, low, hushed, but not enough.“Tracy didn’t just bump into Alicia. She targeted her. It’s obvious. She could be dangerous.”Alicia stopped dead.Tracy? The girl from the library?Why was her name suddenly being whispered like
Alicia stood in the middle of Kevin’s room, the faint scent of aftershave and disinfectant hanging in the air. Her brows furrowed as her gaze settled on him, he was too calm, too unreadable.“You won’t tell me what happened?” she asked quietly, her voice soft but laced with curiosity.Kevin’s eyes met hers, cold and steady. He didn’t blink, didn’t flinch. Just silence.Alicia’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. She’d expected this. Kevin never gave away more than he wanted to. With a quiet sigh, she turned sharply toward the door.Her hand was on the knob when his voice cut through the still air.“You should be careful,” he said, tone low and unreadable. “Not everyone is what they seem.”She didn’t turn around. Didn’t answer. Just walked out.The hallway was spotless, almost too spotless, as if the chaos from earlier had never existed. The polished floor reflected the faint glow from the wall lamps. Everything looked normal again, but Alicia could still feel the lingering heavi
The silence stretched.No one moved. The only sound was the soft hum of the ceiling lamps and the slow, steady tick of the old clock near the door.Lancelot’s eyes remained on Natasha for a long, unreadable moment. The air between them was heavy, Alpha dominance pressing against whatever quiet magic pulsed beneath her skin.Yet she did not flinch.“If you were in your dorm,” Lancelot said at last, “you won’t mind swearing it before the council.”Natasha lowered her gaze. “I swear it, Alpha.”Her voice was smooth.Too smooth.Raymond leaned forward slightly, studying her face, her calm posture, the stillness of her breathing, the faint shimmer in her pupils that came and went so quickly it might have been imagined.But his wolf wasn’t fooled.Beneath that composure was something darker, an invisible thread of deceit.Lancelot’s expression eased slightly. “Then that will be all.”“Alpha…” Raymond started, but Lancelot raised a hand, silencing him.“She has sworn,” his father said quietl
The air outside the pack house was thick, too still, too expectant.Even before Raymond reached the entrance, he could feel the hum of tension threading through the walls, the kind that came only before judgment or bloodshed.The Moonlined pack house was nothing like the rest of the college. From the outside, it carried the same clean, deceptive architecture, white marble columns, trimmed lawns, tall windows reflecting soft afternoon light. But inside, it pulsed with something older, something powerful.As Raymond pushed open the massive wooden doors, the murmuring ceased. Heads turned immediately.Betas and high-ranking omegas, all dressed in their dark uniforms, sat in organized rows, their chairs arranged by rank. The highest circle was occupied by the pack council, wise, aged wolves with sharp eyes that saw far more than they said.At the far end of the grand living room sat the Alpha’s chair, tall, carved from ebony wood, draped with deep blue velvet, and towering above all other
Raymond stood in front of the mirror, the faint hum of the fluorescent light buzzing above him. Droplets of water slid down his temples, tracing the sharp angles of his jaw and dripping onto the sink below. His reflection looked nothing short of unrecognizable, eyes darker than usual, veins standing out against his skin, pulsing with a tension he couldn’t shake.He could feel it, his heat was close.And this time, it hit harder than before.A slow exhale left his chest as he gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening. The familiar burn coiled deep in his gut, spreading through his veins like wildfire. It wasn’t pain exactly, it was a pull, primal and restless, demanding, clawing at the edges of his restraint. Every breath felt heavier, every heartbeat louder.His reflection flickered under the bathroom’s dim light, and for a moment, he almost didn’t recognize himself. There was something feral in his eyes, something that whispered of the Alpha blood roaring inside him.He turned







