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079. Protecting Him by Staying Away

Author: Nightingale
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-02 23:58:28

Blake's POV:

One week can change how the world looks at you.

I feel it the moment I step into the academy grounds.

Nothing dramatic happens. No one bows. No one moves out of my way openly. But eyes lower. Conversations stop half a second too late. People pause before speaking to me like they are measuring every word.

Power does not announce itself loudly. It settles. And once it does, everyone feels it.

I walk through the main corridor, boots echoing softly against stone. A group of second years stands near the notice board. They stop talking when they see me. One of them swallows and nods quickly. I nod back without thinking.

They leave.

My wolf shifts inside me, calm and steady. Present. Always present.

It is not restless anymore. It does not surge or pull. It simply exists. Heavy. Like a second spine running through my body.

I hate how natural it feels.

An instructor crosses my path and hesitates. Just a breath of a pause. Then he inclines his head slightly before continuing on.

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