Naeva Quinn
A few weeks later… It was my first hockey game, and honestly, I hadn’t expected to care. But Theo had casually mentioned it during tutoring, tossing out a, “You should come watch us tonight,” like it wasn’t a big deal. I’d shrugged, said maybe, and then spent an hour staring at my closet like I was dressing for a date. Which was dumb. It wasn’t a date. Still, there I was—shivering on the metal bleachers of Snowridge Ice Arena, watching the Wolves storm the rink like they were born on skates. And technically, I guess they kind of were. The Snowridge Wolves. Yeah, that’s really their team name. Subtle, right? The crowd screamed around me, the sound echoing off the walls and ice. People waved signs and stomped their boots. I tried not to flinch when the puck slammed against the glass in front of me. Ironvale High had already racked up three penalties, and we weren’t even through the first period. These guys didn’t play nice. The Wolves, though? They played like a pack. Camden moved with perfect control, fast, precise. Theo darted across the rink like it was all instinct. Jax played for the crowd, flashy and unpredictable. Kai hung back, skating with less speed but just as much purpose. And River—damn. River was a wall. He knocked Ironvale players down like it was personal. Every time one of them touched the puck, I felt it. Like a thread tugging behind my ribs. When Camden scored halfway through the second period, the whole arena went insane. People jumped up, chanting his name. But I didn’t cheer. I couldn’t. Because right as he raised his arms in victory, the air around me changed. Something sparked. My skin tingled. I gasped. My chest felt tight, like I’d been shocked by invisible wires. No one else reacted. I looked around. Everyone was clapping and screaming. It was just me, my body reacting like it had short-circuited. And then came the hit. An Ironvale forward, way taller than Camden, slammed him into the boards. The sound was loud. Brutal. The glass shook. Camden dropped to his knees. I stood up, heart lurching. He pushed himself up slowly, there was blood on his bottom lip. Then he growled. Not like a grunt. Not like pain. No, this was low, sharp, primal. It didn’t sound like it should come from a human throat. Some people around me laughed. “That’s our Camden!” someone shouted. Another yelled, “Wolves bite back!” But I was frozen. Because as he skated away, I saw it. The ice beneath his feet cracked. Just for a second. Thin, spidering lines before it smoothed over like it had never happened. I sat down slowly. My hot chocolate spilled onto the bench but I didn’t notice. The rest of the game blurred after that. River blocked a goal with his body. Jax flipped a puck through someone’s legs. Theo moved like he knew where the puck would go before it did. It was almost... choreographed. Not natural. Not just skill. The Wolves won. Barely. The final score flashed 4–3. The crowd rushed out into the cold night air, buzzing and loud. I lingered, the inside of my brain still playing catch-up. My legs carried me toward the back hallway by instinct. The area near the locker rooms wasn’t marked, but I found it anyway. I didn’t know what I was doing. Until I saw Kai. He leaned against the brick wall just outside the locker room door, one leg bent, the other stretched out. His jersey was off, slung over one shoulder, and he had an ice pack on his thigh. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. “You came.” “Theo invited me,” I said, stopping a few feet away. “Didn’t know it would be... intense.” He chuckled. “Ironvale doesn’t hold back.” “I noticed.” I glanced down at his leg. “You okay?” “Old injury,” he said. “Gets angry when I push it too hard.” I hesitated, then leaned against the wall beside him. Not too close. Just... enough. “Camden growled,” I said. “Yeah.” “Like an animal.” “Yeah.” I stared at him. “That’s it? No denial? No ‘you must’ve imagined it’?” He shrugged. “Would you believe that?” “No.” “Exactly.” I folded my arms. “I saw the ice crack. No one else did.” “I know.” That caught me off guard. “You do?” Kai turned, looking at me seriously. “You see things other people can’t. You feel things. Right?” I nodded slowly. “You’re not imagining any of this, Naeva. The energy, the sparks, the pull. It’s real.” My mouth felt dry. “Why me?” “I don’t know. But I was the first to sense it.” “Sense what?” “You.” Kai set the ice pack down, then reached out and gently took my hand. His hand was warm. Solid. He brought it to his chest, pressing my palm just over his heart. “Feel that?” he asked. His heartbeat pounded steady against my skin. “That’s what it’s like when you’re near.” I couldn’t breathe. “I’ve never felt that with anyone else,” he whispered. “But with you? It’s like something inside me woke up.” My lips parted. “What are you?” He held my gaze. “We’re not just high school hockey players, Naeva. We’re not just boys with attitude problems and perfect teeth.” He smiled faintly at that. “You’re not just human. And neither are we.” I pulled my hand back slowly, blinking hard. “You’re serious.” “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” The hallway light buzzed above us. The door to the locker room cracked open, and I heard Camden’s voice inside. He was yelling at someone—River, maybe. I looked back at Kai. “Is this why you guys are so weird around me?” “We’re not weird.” I raised an eyebrow. He laughed quietly. “Okay, we’re a little weird. But yeah. You showing up changed everything.” “I didn’t mean to.” “Doesn’t matter. Fate doesn’t wait for permission.” My head spun. “Why me?” I asked again, softer. Kai’s face turned serious again. “We don’t know yet. But we’re going to find out.” He took a breath like he wanted to say more. But the locker room door slammed open, and Camden stormed out, shirtless, eyes flashing. He stopped cold when he saw us. Me. Kai. My hand was still hovering awkwardly midair. Camden’s jaw tensed. “We’re leaving. Now.” Kai straightened but didn’t move. “She deserves to know,” he said. “Not yet.” Camden’s voice was low. Cold. “You’re rushing it.” “She already knows something’s off.” Camden’s eyes locked with mine. “You want answers? Fine. But don’t come crying when you realize what you’ve walked into.” Then he turned and disappeared down the hallway. I looked at Kai. He gave me a half-smile. “That’s his way of saying he’s scared.” “Of me?” “Of what you mean to us.” I swallowed hard. “This is getting real, real fast.” Kai leaned back again, like nothing had changed. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Then he stepped closer. I could feel the heat from his body. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Kai whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The air between us had changed, again. It wasn’t just tension now. It was gravity. A very strong pull. It felt tightening. Daring me to lean in. And I did. Or maybe he did first—I couldn’t tell. His lips brushed mine. It felt soft against my lips but then, something snapped. My vision blurred like heatwaves rolling through winter air. My knees buckled. The hallway tilted. I gasped as everything spun, my heart was beating too fast, too loud. The cold hit me hard, through skin, through bone. I felt the world shift beneath my feet. Then darkness enveloped me. When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the hallway anymore. I was lying flat on ice. Real ice. My breath came in sharp clouds as I sat up, confused, barefoot and freezing. I was glowing too. Faint blue light traced through my veins like fire. I stared at my wrist. I saw two bite marks, red and raised, pulsing like they were alive. What the hell was happening to me? Growls echoed from the trees nearby. I wasn’t alone. And this time... I wasn’t sure I was still human.Naeva QuinnI heard a strange knock at around midnight. At first, I thought I was imagining things. Maybe it was a dream or just the house creaking again. But then it came again. It sounded sharper, more insistent. Someone was deliberately knocking against my windowpane.I froze as a chill ran down my spine, my blanket suddenly felt paper-thin as I turned over, suddenly there was silence again, and for a second, I hoped that was the end of it. Maybe some bird flew into the glass or a branch got carried by the wind. But no… the knock came again, louder this time. A rhythm that meant one thing, it wasn’t nature. It was someone.I sat up, heart pounding like I just had a nightmare. I wanted to ignore it, bury myself under the covers like a child and wait for it to stop. But my instincts wouldn’t let me. I was scared, sure—but fear has never stopped me before.I tiptoed to my nightstand and quietly reached for the pepper spray I kept hidden in the drawer. Whoever was outside that window h
Naeva QuinnI woke up to a ceiling I didn’t recognize and a smell that was strange. For a brief moment, I laid completely still, letting my eyes adjust to the dim morning light seeping through faded curtains. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt like they were lifeless. The air smelled like old wood, coffee, and something faintly herbal, lavender, maybe. All of which reminded me of my grandparents.A tall figure stood a few feet away, half-turned toward the door. His brows were furrowed, jaw tight. It was Jax. He looked… worried. It vanished the second our eyes met. Like a switch, his expression flattened into something unreadable, more stern and composed."You're awake," he said.I tried to sit up but the world tilted hard to the left. A sharp wave of nausea rolled over me, and I slumped back with a wince. My hand instinctively reached for anything to steady myself, and it found Jax's arm. His grip tightened gently around mine, strong and grounding. “Easy,” he murmu
Naeva QuinnA few weeks later… It was my first hockey game, and honestly, I hadn’t expected to care. But Theo had casually mentioned it during tutoring, tossing out a, “You should come watch us tonight,” like it wasn’t a big deal. I’d shrugged, said maybe, and then spent an hour staring at my closet like I was dressing for a date. Which was dumb. It wasn’t a date.Still, there I was—shivering on the metal bleachers of Snowridge Ice Arena, watching the Wolves storm the rink like they were born on skates. And technically, I guess they kind of were.The Snowridge Wolves. Yeah, that’s really their team name. Subtle, right?The crowd screamed around me, the sound echoing off the walls and ice. People waved signs and stomped their boots. I tried not to flinch when the puck slammed against the glass in front of me. Ironvale High had already racked up three penalties, and we weren’t even through the first period. These guys didn’t play nice.The Wolves, though? They played like a pack.Camd
Naeva QuinnI wasn’t going crazy. At least, I didn’t think so.But I also didn’t think wolves just showed up in people’s yards for fun and then vanished without a trace.That morning, I skipped breakfast and grabbed my laptop. I searched: Snowridge wolf sightings. Not much came up. A few grainy pictures from years ago. One article from the late '90s said, “Wolf population near extinction in Snowridge area.”Another article said they were “pushed out by noise, construction, and human expansion.” But that made no sense. The town was still surrounded by dense forest. And if wolves were really gone, why did I see one last night? Why did it look straight at me like it knew me?At school, I visited the small library tucked behind the auditorium. Dusty, cramped, but quiet. I flipped through an old book on local wildlife. One page stood out:> “Wolves were once deeply tied to Snowridge, often seen near the lakes during winter. Disappeared around 1974. Some believe they were hunted. Others cla
Naeva QuinnTuesday went by fast and upon realization, it was already tutoring time. I came prepared. Okay, maybe not emotionally. But I packed snacks—salty chips, chocolate-covered almonds, and those little yogurt drinks my mom still buys like I’m ten. Plus a fat stack of worksheets, three pens, and the best weapon in my arsenal: zero patience. If I was going to be forced into tutoring five ego-fueled hockey players, they weren’t getting my fear. Just my math skills and maybe some sarcasm.Room 201 was warm again, too warm. The same heater hummed in the corner. I walked in before the bell and dropped my bag loud on the desk.Camden was already there, seated like he owned the building, legs stretched out, arms crossed. He didn’t even glance at me.Theo entered next, nodded politely, and sat near the front. Jax came in bouncing a hockey puck like he’d never heard of rules. Cassian followed slowly, his cane tapping gently, eyes locked on me. River was last. Same hoodie. Same unreadable
Naeva Quinn The cold slapped me in the face the second I stepped off the bus. Snowridge wasn’t playing around with the whole “eternal winter” thing. Snow covered everything in sight. The trees, the sidewalks, even the rusty mailbox at the corner of the school entrance. The wind whipped hard enough to pass through my coat. I adjusted my backpack and blew warm air into my gloves. It wasn't easy getting used to the sudden change in weather but I liked the new place anyway. Behind me, the bus roared back to life and pulled away. No turning back now. Two students passed by, whispering. I caught the words “Vancouver” and “fists.” Great. It hadn’t even been ten minutes and my reputation already made it to this frozen hell before I did. I clenched my jaw, had my eyes fixed on the glass doors ahead. I wasn’t here to fight. I wasn’t here to make new friends. I was here to finish senior year without anyone else ending up with a broken nose. Inside, the hallway was warm but not exactly wel