LOGINSAMANTHA'S POV
It was finally time for the initiation, and I just walked into the crescent moon. The Crescent Moon Hall was a circular room carved directly into the bedrock beneath the Academy, with walls that looked less like stone and more like dried blood. In the center, a slab of black rock shaped like a crescent moon, and above it, a glass ceiling that showed the sky just beginning to darken, the first hints of red bleeding into the clouds. There were maybe forty first-years in the chamber, and all of them were wolves, and they were all watching me. I felt their eyes like hands on my skin, measuring and weighing, deciding whether I was prey or just pathetic. Principal Vex stood at the head of the room, next to the Crescent Stone. She raised her hand, and the chamber went silent before she began. "Tonight, you shed your first blood on Nightshade ground, and tonight, the Moon Goddess sees you, and she decides if you are worthy to be here or not." She spoke, her voice soft but firm. A murmur rippled through the crowd. I didn't feel any excitement or fear; all I felt was just a strange, hollow calm. "Now, every one of you is going to approach the stone in accordance with the pack; the Frost Fang pack will go first," she spoke further, with her face, which held no expression. Karl stepped forward, and of course, he moved to the stone, pulled a blade from his belt matching the one he'd given me, I noticed, and drew it across his palm. Blood welled up in his palm, dark and thick, and it dripped onto the black rock. Just then the stone sang, and I heard it. A low hum that vibrated in my teeth, the blood soaked into the rock like water into sand, and for a moment, Kael's eyes blazed gold. A full wolf, beautiful and terrible. "The Frost Fang heir is accepted, so the other can proceed now," Vex said, and immediately there was loud clapping in the room. And one by one, the wolves approached. One by one, they bled, and one after the other the Stone accepted them, and within a few minutes it was finally my turn. "Samantha Carter, the scholarship student, step forward. "I heard the principal say with a loud voice, loud enough for anyone at a distance to hear. The murmuring got louder, and I heard someone laugh as I slowly took a few steps away from where I had stood. “She is just a human that got in by mistake; I believe she will definitely get rejected or probably even die at the spot." I heard them laugh as I walked closer to the stone. Felt their eyes on me, and immediately my heart started to beat rapidly. What if they were right about me dying on the spot? This thought rang in my head as my palm became sweaty immediately. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I pulled out the knife Karl had given me and pressed the edge to my palm. “Don't hesitate; just do it,” I told myself, and finally I drove the blade into my palm, cutting it. The pain was sharp and immediate, and blood spilled down my fingers, hot and red and so alive it almost glowed, as I pressed my palm to the Crescent Stone. Just then everything went wrong; the stone screamed instead of singing like it did with the other. A sound that wasn't sound, that ripped through the chamber and sent wolves to their knees. The black rock cracked, not the stone itself, but something under it, something ancient and sleeping and suddenly, violently awake. I tried to pull my hand back, but I couldn't. My blood was pouring into the stone now, faster than it should, faster than was possible. And then I smelled it; for the first time in my life, I smelled myself. Moonflower and storm wind: something old and dark and powerful that made me want to run and never stop. And just behind me, someone gasped, making me turn, still stuck to the stone, still bleeding, and just then, I saw them. Four boys, four wolves, and four heirs, by the looks of them, and every single one of them had their eyes locked on me with an expression I finally understood. Karl Blackwood was the closest. His gray eyes were pure gold now, his wolf rising to the surface, as he took a step toward me like he couldn't help himself. "No," he breathed. "No, that's not possible." He said, making me stare at him in confusion. "What's not possible?" My voice came out strangled. A red-haired boy I hadn't met yet shoved past Karl; his eyes were the color of embers. "She imprinted on all of us, and I can feel it. Can't you feel it too?" He asked and gazed at the others. The third boy hung back, with his dark hair and darker eyes, watching me like I was a puzzle he'd been waiting his whole life to solve. The fourth blond, with golden eyes and with hands that were already glowing with healing light, just stared at his palm. At the mark that was forming there was a mate mark. They all had it, spreading across their skin like fire, and principal Vex's voice cut through the chaos. "Silence," she spat. The chamber went silent, and even the Stone stopped screaming. Vex walked to me with a puzzled expression and looked at my palm, still pressed to the rock, still bleeding, then looked at the four heirs; she looked at the marks blooming on their skin. "Well," she sighed softly; her voice was very calm. "This hasn't happened in a thousand years." She added, still staring at the marks in their hands. I finally wrenched my hand free, and just then the wound on my palm started healing, closing up like it had never been cut at all. "What's happening to me?" I said in a whisper as I stared at my palm once more. Vex looked at me, and for the first time, the principal's expression cracked. "You're not human, Samantha Carter; you never were." She said, making me stare at her in confusion, trying so hard to understand what she meant by that. Behind me, the four alphas took a collective breath; their wolves were straining against their skin, wanting and needing me. "The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes," Vex continued. "Which means she put you here for a reason and she gave you to them for a reason." She paused and gestured to the four boys. "By dawn, every pack in the territory will know what happened tonight, and they will call it an abomination, a glitch." She spoke further. "But it's not a glitch," I said before I could stop myself. Vex smiled. It was not a nice smile. "No," she agreed. "It's not a glitch; it's so real." She added and slowly turned to address the other people watching all this while. "The Initiation is over, so all first years, return to your dorms," she announced. The wolves filed out in stunned silence, but the four heirs didn't move; they stood in a loose circle around me, bound by something none of them understood.SAMANTHA CARTER I didn't stop walking until I reached my room.Even then, I didn't immediately go inside. I stood outside my door with my hand resting on the handle, staring at the floor while my mind replayed everything that had just happened between Carla and me.I could still feel the warmth of his fingers against my cheek, and every time I remembered how close his lips had come to mine, my stomach twisted in a way I didn't understand. He had almost kissed me. Carla Vale, the boy who had spent days treating me like I was something dangerous, had almost kissed me, and then he had pushed me away as if getting close to me was the worst mistake he could make.I finally opened my door and stepped inside, closing it behind me before leaning against it with a long breath. My room was quiet and dark, and for a moment, I simply stood there trying to convince myself that I wasn't going to think about him anymore. It didn't work.The moment I closed my eyes, I saw his face aga
CARLA VALE I almost did She studied me for several seconds, and then her expression softened. "Do you really hate me?" The question struck me harder than I expected, and my chest tightened as I stared at her. I had spent so much time pushing her away that perhaps she had actually started believing I hated her, and somehow, that thought hurt more than it should have. "No, I don't hate you. I can't hate you," I answered immediately. The words escaped before I could stop it, and Samantha's eyes widened slightly at how quickly I had responded. "Then why do you keep pushing me away? Why do you keep treating me like I am some baggage from your past?," she asked, and hurt flickered across her face as she folded her arms. "Why do you act like I'm some kind of problem you have to avoid?," she continued. I noticed that the more she spoke, the more hurt she sounded. I looked away because she was right. "You don't want the answer," I murmured, and my voice became quieter as I struggl
CARLA VALE She showed up!I needed sleep, but it had become something my mind refused to give me.I lay on my bed with one arm beneath my head and the other resting across my stomach, staring at the ceiling while the noise from the rest of the residence slowly faded into the background.Darius had been laughing loudly somewhere down the hallway earlier, Adrian had probably told him to keep his voice down, and Karl had undoubtedly threatened to throw both of them out of the building. But tonight, none of it mattered to me.My thoughts were still trapped on what had happened to Samantha in the history classroom, especially the strange change in her scent and the ancient energy I had sensed beneath it. Something about her was awakening, and although I didn't understand what it was yet, my wolf had recognized it immediately. That frightened me because I had spent years studying old supernatural records, searching for answers to my curse, and I knew
SAMANTHA CARTER I pressed the cloth beneath my nose.My heart was still racing when something else happened.The skin on my lower back suddenly burned. I sucked in a sharp breath and pressed my palm against it. The sensation was so intense that I nearly cried out."Does it hurt?"Professor Elara's voice became concerned."Yes," I managed to say. My reaction came with a shaky breath as I tried to steady myself.Then the pain vanished… just like that.I froze.Professor Elara stared at me. For several seconds, neither of us spoke.Then she slowly stood."Perhaps you should visit the infirmary."I shook my head. "No."My answer came too quickly, and I immediately regretted it when everyone stared at me."I mean..." I lowered my voice. "I'm okay."Professor Elara looked unconvinced. "You don't look okay."Her concern deepened as she studied my face."I'm fine," I forced a smile.She hesitated before finally nodding."All right. If you need to excuse yourself, do so."She r
SAMANTHA CARTER I saw her I couldn't stop thinking about Adrian's face. Something had changed in the few seconds after he looked into my eyes, and even though he had tried to convince me that nothing was wrong, I knew better. I had spent most of my life learning how to read people because being the new girl in almost every situation had taught me that words weren't always honest, but expressions usually were. Adrian had looked scared… not of me exactly, but of something he had seen. And I couldn't stop wondering what it was. I sat at my desk with my chin resting against my palm while our history teacher continued talking at the front of the classroom, but I hadn't heard a single word she had said in the last five minutes. My eyes remained on the open textbook in front of me, yet the words had begun to blur together. It was a combined class of both old and new students. That meant my mates — or whatever name best befit them — were there. I glanced across the classroom. Ad
ADRIAN LOCKHART Something about her eyes There were many things I had learned about Karl Blackwood since the night Samantha walked into our lives.He was disciplined and stubborn.He was also protective to the point of irritation, and he had a habit of pretending he didn't care about anything while somehow knowing everything that happened around him.But there was one thing I had never seen before.Karl looked defeated.I noticed it the moment I saw him walking down the corridor.His shoulders were tense, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were fixed straight ahead as though he was trying to get somewhere before his thoughts caught up with him. He didn't notice me at first, and when he finally did, he barely slowed down."Karl," I called his name, watching him carefully.He stopped. For a few seconds, he didn't turn around.Then he finally looked at me."What?" His voice was flat, and the look in his eyes made me straighten."Are you okay?"He stared at me. "I'm fi







