Maya's POV "Can't or won't?" I shot back. "Because there's a difference, Mom. And right now, I need to know which one it is." My mother was quiet for a long moment, wrestling with some internal conflict. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "Your father wasn't just any werewolf, Maya. His bloodline... it goes back to the original White Luna families. The ones the High Council has been trying to eliminate for centuries." The room spun around me. "White Luna families?" "Powerful bloodlines that posed a threat to the established order," she continues, might be streaming down her face. "When I met your father, he was hiding from them. We thought we'd found somewhere safe, somewhere we could raise you without anyone knowing what you might become." "What I might become?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. "What the hell does that mean?" "It means you're not just any werewolf, Maya. When your powers fully manifest, you'll be one of the most powerful super
Maya's POV I stared at my reflection in the dorm room mirror, trying to work up the courage to face what might be the most difficult conversation of my life. My mother had raised and protected me, sacrificed everything for me. Surely she couldn't know what Damien had been doing. Surely she would choose me over him when she learned the truth. But even as I tried to convince myself of her loyalty, doubt gnawed at my insides like a parasite. "Are you sure about this?" Quinn asked for the tenth time, pacing anxiously behind me. "Maybe you should wait for Jaxon and Professor Ronan. They said they'd be back soon." "No," I said firmly, applying lip gloss with shaking hands. "This is something I need to do alone. My mother deserves to hear this from me first, before anyone else gets involved." "But Maya.." "Quinn, please." I turned to face her, trying to project more confidence than I felt. "I need to know where my own mother stands before I can figure out what to do next." The drive t
Maya's POV "Different people each time," Quinn said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "First it was some woman claiming to be from the university's alumni association. She wanted to know about your family background, your mother's maiden name, and your father's side of the family tree."My blood ran cold. My father's side of the family was exactly what I'd been trying to keep secret my entire life. "What did you tell her?""Nothing, because I don't know anything," Quinn said. "But then yesterday, this guy in a suit came to our dorm asking Mia about your sleeping patterns, whether you'd been having nightmares or unusual dreams.""Nightmares?" I repeated, thinking about the vivid dreams I'd been having lately. Dreams of silver wolves and ancient bloodlines that felt too real to be just imagination."And this morning," Quinn continued, "there was someone else. A woman who claimed to be a graduate student doing research on 'exceptional students.' She wanted to know if you'd shown any sig
Maya's POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was white roses. Dozens of them, arranged in a beautiful crystal vase on the medical center's bedside table. Their sweet scent filled the small room, so different from the sterile hospital smell I'd expected.My head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton, and my mouth was dry as sandpaper. The events of last night came flooding back – the campus mixer, the horrible things I'd said to Jaxon and Professor Ronan, the crushing weight of Lyra's ultimatum that had finally broken me.I'd done it. I'd destroyed the two relationships that meant everything to me to save their careers. The memory made my chest ache with fresh grief."Maya?" A gentle voice made me turn toward the door. Nurse Patty was checking her clipboard, a concerned smile on her face. "How are you feeling, honey?""Like I got hit by a truck," I croaked, struggling to sit up. "How long was I unconscious?""About six hours. You were severely dehydrated and exhausted.
Ronan's POV The files were exactly what we expected – dozens of photos of Maya entering and leaving my apartment building, digitally enhanced to look as compromising as possible. But there was something else, something that made my blood run cold."Jaxon," I said slowly, "look at this."Among Lyra's photo editing files was a folder labeled "Phase Two." Inside were architectural plans of the university campus, student schedules, and what appeared to be surveillance notes about Maya's daily routines."This goes way beyond jealousy," Jaxon said, his voice tight with alarm. "This is stalking. This is... this is obsessive."I opened another file, and my heart stopped. It was an email draft, never sent, but the contents were chilling:The target is more isolated now. The public humiliation worked perfectly. She's vulnerable and alone, exactly as requested. Ready for Phase Two implementation. Awaiting further instructions on elimination protocols."Elimination protocols," I whispered, the w
Ronan's POVThree hours ago, I'd considered Jaxon Cross my rival, my enemy, the one obstacle between Maya and me. Sitting across from him in my university office at midnight, I was beginning to see him as an ally I'd never expected."Tell me again what you found in her student file," Jaxon said, leaning forward with intense focus. His eyes were still red from exhaustion and emotional strain, but his determination was unwavering.I pulled up Lyra Brooks' academic records on my computer screen, my professor credentials giving me access to information that painted a disturbing picture."This is her third university in two years," I began, scrolling through the documents. "She was expelled from Shadowmere Academy for 'conduct unbecoming a student' though the details are sealed. Then she lasted exactly one semester at Crescent Falls before transferring here.""That's not normal," Jaxon observed, running a hand through his dark hair. "What kind of conduct gets you expelled but still allows