LOGINNalini
I woke with my name trapped behind my teeth.
The sound of it echoed in my skull, not as a word but as a pressure, like something had been spoken directly into bone and marrow and then erased halfway through. My breath came shallow, panicked, my chest tight as though I had been running for miles instead of lying in the narrow academy bed with pale moonlight spilling across my sheets.
Something had happened.
I knew that much with terrifying certainty.
The air still vibrated, faintly, as though the room remembered what I no longer could. My skin hummed. My wolf stirred beneath my ribs, restless and alert, pacing in small, tight circles. She was not confused the way I was. She felt…watchful. Guarded. As if she had been shown something precious and dangerous and now refused to let it go.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to grasp at fragments. A voice&
NaliniThe glow on my skin refused to fade.It lingered beneath my collarbone like a secret that refused to be buried, pulsing softly in time with my heartbeat. Every time I breathed, it answered. Every time my emotions shifted, it reacted. I learned quickly that it was not just a mark—it was a response. To fear. To longing. To power.The council called it a containment period.I called it a cage.The academy dormitory that once felt merely restrictive now felt alive with eyes. Guards rotated in silence outside my door. Sigils etched into the walls hummed faintly at night, reacting whenever my wolf stirred. I could feel the magic pressing inward, not cruelly, but insistently, as if the building itself was trying to hold me still.It didn’t understand that stillness was no longer possible.Something inside me had already
NaliniI woke with a scream lodged in my throat and no sound to carry it.My body jerked upright, lungs burning as though I had been running for miles, fingers clawing at the sheets as if they were the last solid thing in a world that had begun to dissolve. Moonlight spilled through the narrow dorm window in pale ribbons, striping the stone floor and my trembling hands. For a moment, I did not know where I was. My heart beat too fast, too loud, and my skin felt tight, stretched over something that was no longer fully human.The dream—no, the vision—had ended too suddenly. It felt as though something vast had slammed a door in my face.I pressed my palm to my chest, then lower, to where my wolf slept—or no longer slept. Heat pulsed beneath my skin, not painful, but insistent, alive. My breaths came uneven as I became aware of it again: the mark.
NaliniI woke with my name trapped behind my teeth.The sound of it echoed in my skull, not as a word but as a pressure, like something had been spoken directly into bone and marrow and then erased halfway through. My breath came shallow, panicked, my chest tight as though I had been running for miles instead of lying in the narrow academy bed with pale moonlight spilling across my sheets.Something had happened.I knew that much with terrifying certainty.The air still vibrated, faintly, as though the room remembered what I no longer could. My skin hummed. My wolf stirred beneath my ribs, restless and alert, pacing in small, tight circles. She was not confused the way I was. She felt…watchful. Guarded. As if she had been shown something precious and dangerous and now refused to let it go.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to grasp at fragments. A voice&
NaliniI stopped sleeping the way normal wolves slept.Sleep used to come like a soft tide—heavy, dull, dreamless. Now it came in fragments, shards of moonlight cutting through darkness, voices brushing the inside of my skull like fingers testing glass. When I closed my eyes, I no longer rested. I descended.The first night it happened, I thought I was dying.I lay on the narrow dorm bed the council had confined me to, the air thick with warding sigils etched into the walls. They glowed faintly silver, meant to suppress power, meant to keep me contained. I could feel them pressing against my skin, against something deeper, like hands trying to hold down a rising tide.My chest burned.It wasn’t pain exactly. It was expansion. A stretching so intense it made my bones ache, my breath hitch. I curled onto my side, pressing my palms to my ribs as if I could
Nalini ---I learned very quickly that confinement did not mean silence.It meant listening.The academy dorm room they locked me into was not small, but it felt like a cage because every sound echoed too loudly—boots passing outside my door, murmurs from students down the corridor, the distant clang of training bells that told me the world was still moving without me. The council called it protective isolation. I called it punishment for existing.They took my schedule. They took my freedom. They took them.And yet, they could not take what stirred beneath my skin.At night, when the lights dimmed and the guards rotated, my body refused to rest. My wolf paced endlessly inside me, no longer a quiet presence but a restless force pressing against bone and breath. She felt taller now. Stronger. Aware.I would lie on the bed with my hands curled into the sheets, staring at the ceiling, feeling heat bloom behind my eyes. Sometimes the air around me vibrated faintly, like the room itself w
Nalini I felt the tightening before I heard it.It came as rules written in ink and sealed with wax, delivered by hands that would not meet my eyes. It came as doors that no longer opened without permission, as footsteps posted outside my quarters that did not bother to soften themselves anymore. The council did not shout their displeasure; they did something far worse. They organized it.By the third day after Myron’s last visit—the one that left my mouth swollen and my heart raw—the academy dorms had become a cage dressed up as concern. My meals were delivered instead of eaten in the commons. My classes were “postponed for my wellbeing.” Even Maxine was only allowed to see me under supervision, a matron seated near the door pretending not to listen while every word we exchanged weighed like contraband.“They’re scared,” Maxine whispered once, fingers twisting in her skirts. “Not of you. Of what you mean.”I laughed then, a brittle sound that startled even me. “I don’t even know wha







