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2025-11-15 02:06:13Dean Aldara didn’t blink for a long, heavy moment. Her gaze stayed fixed on me, steady and golden, like the weight of a thousand secrets pressed into my chest.
“Should I… tell them?” I asked, hating how small my voice sounded.
The dean’s lips curved—not a scoff, not a sneer. Something sharper, stranger. A faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Tell them?” she repeated, as though tasting the words. “My dear, do you think those Alphas need you to explain what their wolves already carved into the marrow of their bones?”
My mouth went dry. “You mean they—”
“Of course they know.” She leaned back in her chair, rings glinting as her fingers tapped against the armrest. “Alphas feel resonance differently. Instantly. When they looked at you the first time, they saw it. They felt it. You think you’ve been hiding something from them, when in truth, they’ve likely been hiding something from you.”
A rush of heat flushed up my neck. “So what—you’re saying they’ve known all along?”
Dean Aldara tilted her head, and for a flicker of a second, the glow of the runes in her office sharpened, humming in resonance with her power. “Perhaps longer than you realize.”
That didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense. I opened my mouth to argue, but she spoke again, her tone gentler now, almost amused.
“You’re caught between fear and wonder, Miss Morgan. That is normal. Bonds are threads—but yours?” She gestured toward me, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Yours are not threads. They are chains forged in something older than Lycandra itself.”
A shiver ran through me. “Chains?”
She smiled faintly. “Not in the way you think. What you feel now is the beginning. Power attracts power. Wolves, Fae, Lycans—each will feel you before you speak a word. The wards can mute it here, keep it safe, but they cannot erase it.” Her eyes softened. “Do not fear being known. Fear only what happens if you pretend otherwise.”
My head spun. Half of what she said wrapped around me like comfort, the other half like barbed wire. Chains? Older than Lycandra? Why did it sound like praise and a warning in the same breath?
I swallowed, shifting in my seat. “So what am I supposed to do?”
“Learn,” she said simply, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Train. Listen. The resonance is no accident. Bonds like yours don’t just happen.” She leaned forward, her eyes glowing faintly. “You are a mystery the Moon herself seems eager to unfold. Let the Alphas rage, let them cling, let them smother if they must. In time, even they will see—they are not your chains.”
Her words cracked something in me. For a heartbeat, it felt like she’d taken all my doubts, all the confusion, and flipped it inside out.
Not my chains.
I didn’t know what that meant—but it made my chest ache, made the wolf inside me stir with something that felt dangerously close to hope.
Dean Aldara straightened, her tone brisk again. “That will be all, Miss Morgan. You may go.”
I stood on shaky legs, head buzzing, emotions tangled in a knot I couldn’t begin to sort.
As the oak doors closed behind me, her last words clung to me like a brand:
Do not fear being known.
And suddenly, the halls of Silver Ridge Academy didn’t feel as steady as they had an hour ago.
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