INICIAR SESIÓNAlex's POV:I sat in the undergrowth for approximately three seconds after he stepped back onto the trail and then I stood because sitting in the undergrowth was not a position I intended to remain in.My legs were fine. My hands were fine. The place on my chest where his hand had been when we landed was not a bruise and was not an injury and was not something I was going to think about.The branch was enormous.I looked at it properly now that the immediate moment had passed. Old oak. The split at the joint was clean on one side and ragged on the other which meant the rot had been working at it for a long time and the clean side had held until it could not anymore. If it had come down on the trail where I had been standing the weight of it would have been significant. The kind of significant that did not resolve quickly.Blake had been ten meters ahead of me.He had turned and come back and covered the distance and moved me off the trail before I had fully registered that something w
Blake's POV:The forest was mine before anyone else wanted it.That was the thing about early mornings at Midnight Academy. The grounds belonged to whoever got there first and at five forty seven in the morning the answer to that was almost always me. The trail through the east woods was packed dirt and exposed root and the kind of uneven ground that required actual attention which was exactly why I ran it. Attention was the point. Attention meant the rest of it stayed quiet.I ran.The air had that specific quality it got before full light arrived, cool and carrying the smell of pine resin and wet soil and something underneath both of those that was just the forest being itself before the day had opinions about it. My shoulder was cooperating. I had woken at five and put it through thirty minutes of careful work before I laced my shoes and that had been the right call because now it moved clean and the pull I had been managing for three days was sitting at a two rather than a five.G
Lyra’s POV:I woke up slowly, the kind of waking that feels like floating up from a warm dream. Maya’s arms were still around me, her body curled against mine under the thin blanket. We were both completely naked, skin to skin, the blanket pulled up just enough to cover us from the cool morning air coming through the slightly open window. Her leg was draped over my thigh, her face tucked into the crook of my neck, and her steady breathing brushed softly against my skin.This was the best morning of my life.The bruise on my chest still sat there, faded now to a dull purple-yellow, but the sharp pain from yesterday had almost disappeared. Only when I tried to move my right arm too quickly did a tiny sting remind me it was still healing. Everything else felt perfect. Warm. Safe. Hers.I stayed still for a long minute, just breathing her in. Her hair smelled like the Academy shampoo mixed with something sweet that was purely Maya. I turned my head carefully and pressed a light kiss to he
Alex's POV:The word came out before I decided to say it.Not calculated. Not considered. Just there, arriving from somewhere that bypassed the part of me that managed what I said and how I said it and why."Aunt."Selene's eyes moved to the camera.I had not called her that since the first time Blake had introduced us, years ago, with the easy casualness of someone who considered the title obvious. She had smiled at it then. The warm kind. The kind that meant it had landed somewhere real.I had not used it since because using it required acknowledging something about what she was to our extended world that I had been in the process of making complicated."Aunt," I said again. More steady this time. "What happened. Who was that. Tell me." A pause. "I am here."I was surprised by my own voice.Not the words exactly. The quality of them. The thing underneath the words that I had not put there deliberately but that was there anyway, present and real and sounding, if I was being honest ab
Alex's POV:I had not known that.I had known nothing about my mother's academy years beyond the bare outline. She had left when I was young and the leaving had been managed and explained in the specific careful way that absences in powerful families were managed and explained and I had accepted the explanation because I had been given no reason not to."Things were good," my father said, picking up from where she had paused. "For most of that year. The four of us. Different packs but inside the friendship it did not feel like that." He looked at the screen directly. "And then mid semester there was a new enrollment.""An alpha heir," Selene said. "That was how he presented. From a pack none of us recognized by name but the documentation was in order and the Academy accepted him." She stopped. "He was not what he said he was."I looked at them both."He was a rogue alpha heir," my father said. "Disguised. The documentation was forged and nobody found that out until much later. By then
Alex's POV:My phone was in my hand for three minutes before I dialed.I sat on the edge of my bed with the screen lit and my father's contact open and I thought about Blake's seven words and Maya's yes in the atrium and the theory test and Rolf's voice in the arena and the message my father had sent about Silver Luna and not letting Blake know and I thought about all of it and then I dialed anyway because not dialing was not going to make any of it smaller.It connected on the second ring.My father's face appeared on screen. He looked the way he looked when he had been somewhere comfortable for a few hours, slightly less formal than usual, the top button of his shirt open, his expression carrying that particular quality it had been carrying for several months now which was something settled and warm underneath everything else.I did not like how much I noticed that."Alex," he said."Father."A pause.Then he shifted slightly and turned the phone and suddenly there were two faces on
Lyra’s POV:Tonight feels different.When I close the door of my dorm room, I lean against it and let out a long breath. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. I did not even notice I was smiling that often until now. My chest feels warm, light. Like something heavy that used to sit there quietly has
Blake’s POV:The third day of the decade moon feels strange from the moment I wake up.I do not know why.Nothing bad happens. Nothing unusual. Still, there is a tight feeling in my chest, like something is about to change.I sit on my bed and rub my face. “You are overthinking again,” I tell mysel
Alex's POV:The house is too quiet tonight.I cannot sleep. The moonlight comes through the tall window and falls across my floor. It looks pale. Cold. Almost like the mansion itself is holding its breath.The second night of the Decade Mate Moon.Something feels wrong. It has felt wrong since I ar
Selene's POV:The night air feels colder than it should.I walk deeper into the Thorne forest, my steps slow, my breath uneven. Moonlight filters through the tall branches above, silver light touching the ground in broken shapes. Leaves shift softly under my shoes. Every sound feels louder tonight.







