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SHARON (FREYA)

The clock ticked past eleven-thirty.

I couldn’t sit. I couldn’t breathe.

I’d been pacing for hours, back and forth across the living room, clutching the key at my throat until the edges dug into my palm.

The chain had gone cold and it had never happened before. I couldn’t feel her. That bond between us, the one that had always tethered her pain to me, was gone.

Just like that.

“She’s fine,” Declan said for the third time, rubbing his temple. “Maybe she’s at a friend’s, Sharon. We’ll call the police if she’s not back by morning.”

“By morning?” I snapped before I could stop myself. Declan froze, his hand dropping. “You’d wait till morning? She’s your daughter too even if she’s not your blood!”

He sighed, trying to calm me, and that only made it worse. He always did that, looked at me like I was something fragile, someone who needed handling.

“Sharon, please. You’re scaring yourself. Stephan’s already making calls, okay? Let’s give it a bit more time.”

I turned toward S
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  • HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL   84

    STEPHANDeath was quieter than I expected.Or maybe it wasn’t death… not really.The last thing I remembered before everything went black was Declan’s voice. Calm. Cold. So terribly sure of himself.“You’ve gotten too attached to her,” he’d said, pouring the amber liquid into my glass like it was nothing. “And that’s a problem, little brother.”I didn’t think much of it then, we’d been drinking together, just another evening where we were discussing his divorce with Sharon… or Freya. But the moment I took a sip, I knew something was wrong. My throat burned, and a heavy numbness spread through my limbs.I’d looked up at him, confused, betrayed, unable to speak. Declan just smiled. “You always were the sentimental one. You should’ve known better than to fall for her.”That was when it hit me, the taste and the smell. Silverroot and Datura. A concoction strong enough to paralyze even the oldest of wolves.I tried to fight it, but my body wouldn’t respond. My strength drained out of me

  • HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL   83

    IMANI“Going somewhere?” he asked softly, brushing dirt from his hands.I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest heaving.He crouched down in front of me, and even though his tone stayed mild, the menace beneath it was unmistakable. “You shouldn’t have tried to run, Imani.”I shook my head, trembling. “I just needed air—”“Air?” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “You ran halfway into the forest. That’s not ‘air,’ sweetheart. That’s escape.”Tears burned my eyes. “You’re scaring me.”His smile didn’t falter. “Good.” Then he grabbed my arm, yanking me up with ease. “You want to know the truth so badly?” His grip tightened until I gasped. “Fine. I’ll show you what truth looks like.”Before I could speak, he dragged me through a narrow path behind the palace, one I hadn’t noticed before. The earth grew colder, the air thicker. When we stopped, it was in front of a large stone door carved into the ground, hidden beneath vines and shadows.Declan whispered something

  • HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL   82

    IMANIMorning light poured into my room, soft and warm, but I couldn’t shake the heaviness in my chest. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I saw Stephan’s face. The way his voice had echoed in my mind looped over and over, like a warning I couldn’t shut off.Aida came in quietly, as she always did, carrying a tray of food. She was smiling, her soft curls tied up in a loose bun, eyes bright and kind as ever.“You didn’t eat much last night,” she said gently, setting the tray down by the bed. “You’ll make me look bad if you keep skipping meals.”I tried to smile, even though my appetite was gone. “Sorry. Just… not feeling very hungry.”Aida sat on the edge of the chair near the window, watching me with curious eyes. “You’re thinking too much again.”“Can you blame me?” I said, rubbing my temples. “I woke up one day in a completely different world. I don’t know what’s real, who to trust, or even who I really am.”“It’s a lot to take in,” She nodded, understanding flickering in her g

  • HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL   81

    IMANIThe trees thinned as we neared the palace, the sun light slipping through the leaves in silver patches. Declan was walking beside me, calm, composed, as if he hadn’t just told me that I was going to turn into a creature out of myth. His shirt was half-buttoned, exposing his chiseled chest like he wanted me to see it, his hair still damp with sweat from the run.I finally broke the silence. “This ritual you mentioned… when exactly is it?”He looked at me, his lips curving faintly. “Three nights from now. During the full moon.”Three nights. My stomach tightened. “That soon?”“The moon doesn’t wait for anyone, Imani.”“Right,” I tried to laugh, but it came out hollow. “Of course it doesn’t.”He must have noticed the hesitation in my voice because his expression softened. “You’ll be fine. The ritual isn’t meant to hurt you. It’s a celebration. A homecoming.”Homecoming. The word still felt strange in my chest. This place didn’t feel like home, it felt like a gilded cage made of

  • HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL   80

    IMANIThe forest smelled alive, pine, damp moss, and the faint chill of early morning. I followed Declan deeper into the woods, my shoes crunching softly against the leaves. Everything was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of his footsteps ahead of me.He stopped in a small clearing, sunlight spilling through the canopy above us like gold dust. “Close your eyes,” he said gently.I hesitated for a second, searching his face. “Why?”He smiled. “Just trust me.”So, I did. I closed my eyes, feeling the wind brush against my cheeks, hearing only the steady sound of his breathing. For a moment, there was silence. Then came the low rustle of fabric, followed by a strange sound, bones shifting, the faint crunch of transformation. It sent a shiver through me.“Declan?” I whispered. No answer.When I opened my eyes, the breath hitched in my throat.A massive grey wolf stood a few feet away, its coat glinting silver under the sunlight. The air around it hummed with power. It took one slow

  • HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL   79

    IMANIThe next morning, I couldn’t stop replaying it.That voice. That exact voice, smooth, steady, low, the way he said my name. The way it filled my head like he was standing right beside me.But how could that even be possible?Maybe I was losing it. Maybe everything that’s been happening had finally caught up to me and I was losing my mind.I was still sitting on my bed, staring blankly at the cup of tea Aida had brought, when she waved a hand in front of my face.“Earth to my lady,” she teased, smiling. “You’ve been somewhere else all morning. What are you thinking about?”I blinked, forcing a small laugh. “Nothing… just tired, I guess.”“You sure?” She gave me a look like she didn’t buy it. “Because you’ve stirred that tea five times and haven’t taken a sip.”I sighed, giving up the act. “Okay, weird question. Do wolves have some kind of… special communication power?”Aida tilted her head. “Like what?”“Like, hearing someone’s voice in your head,” I said quickly, trying to soun

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