LOGINMateo's POVThe moment her lips touched mine. Fireworks exploded in my head.This wasn't like our first kiss against the tree. Or the second one in the shelter during the rain. This was different. It was softer, slower, like she meant it this time.My hand slid into her hair and I kissed her back. Gentle at first, then deeper as she opened her mouth against mine. She tasted like salt from her tears. Her hand slid down my chest and gripped the fabric of my shirt.I pulled back just enough to breathe."Niv, are you sure? Because if you're not, I'll stop right now and we'll just sit here. I mean that."She looked at me. "I don't want to think anymore, Matty. I want to feel something that's just mine. Something I chose.""You choosing me?""Right now, yes." Her voice trembled but her eyes were steady."Is it because he hurt you?" I searched her eyes."No," she shook her head. "it's because I want you." The words felt like a dream. I knew she was making this choice just for tonight. But
Mateo's POVI watched her walk into the trees.Justin's voice came from behind me, low and tight. "Let her breathe, Mateo. She needs space.""Yeah."I nodded. I meant it in the moment. She did need space. And Justin was standing there with Claire's tears still drying on his shoulder, so who was I to argue with the great Alpha's son about what Nivia needed.I stood there for a solid ten seconds. Watching the spot where the trees had swallowed her up.Then I walked after her.I found her sitting against a fallen log, arms wrapped around her knees, her forehead pressed to them. She was crying quietly, the kind that shook her shoulders and made no sound at all.I sat down beside her in the dirt, close enough that our shoulders touched. She didn't look up. I didn't say anything. Sometimes people needed to be reached for, and sometimes they needed you to just sit there and let them come to you when they were ready.I waited.After a few minutes, she wiped her face with the back of her wris
Nivia's POVI saw red.My fingers were tangled in Claire's wet hair, yanking hard, and hers were digging into my scalp like claws. We rolled in the mud by the stream, kicking and slapping and screaming words I'd never used in my life."Peasant!" Claire spat, her nails raking down my arm."Selfish witch!" I shouted back, slamming her shoulder into the ground.The soap. It was over a stupid bar of soap.We'd rationed everything on this island. Every crumb of food, every drop of clean water, every strip of cloth. Justin had made rules the first week. The soap was for bathing our bodies only. It had to last us until we found a way home.But I'd walked down to the stream this morning and found Claire kneeling by the water, lathering her thick blonde hair into a mountain of white foam. The whole bar. Gone.I'd tried to be calm. I really had."Claire, that was the last of the soap," I'd said. "We agreed."She'd flipped her wet hair over her shoulder and smiled at me like I was an idiot."You
Principal Jaxon's POVI was hearing what the witch said.But it was still hard to process her words."Why would the goddess create twins if only one was meant to carry it?" I demanded."Insurance." Antoinette drew on her pipe. "The prophecy is too important. The Moonchild too crucial. She needs a forebearer. What if something had happened to Nivia? What if she had died in childbirth, or hadn't survived her difficult start?""So Claire was a backup.""In a sense. If Nivia had died, perhaps Claire would have manifested the power instead. The goddess covering all possibilities." She blew out a slow breath of smoke.I turned to look at her. "Claire has no power at all? No abilities?""None that I've detected. She's just a normal werewolf girl. Popular, pretty, but ordinary." Antoinette met my eyes. "Nivia is the main flame. The real power. Claire is just the shadow it casts.""Does Claire know? Does she sense anything?""I don't think so. The bond is dormant. Buried. They've lived their w
Principal Jaxon's POVI drove straight to the academy, my hands gripping the steering wheel tight.Twin daughters. Separated at birth. One kept, one hidden.The implications were staggering.I parked and headed straight for my office. Antoinette would be waiting.She was.The witch sat in my chair, feet propped up on my desk, smoking her pipe. The sweet smell of opium filled the room."You look like you've seen a ghost," she said, not moving."Get your feet off my desk."She gave me a cynical smile but didn't budge. "What did you find out?"I closed the door and locked it. Then I moved to the window and pulled the curtains shut."That bad?" Antoinette's smile faded. She swung her legs down and sat up straight.I poured myself a drink from the bottle I kept in my desk drawer. Drained it in one swallow. Poured another."Jaxon. You're scaring me. What happened?"I turned to face her. "Claire and Nivia are twins."Silence.Antoinette stared at me. Then she laughed. A shrill, hollow sound
Principal Jaxon's POVA tear ran down Helen's cheeks.She was crying again, her whole body shaking with sobs."I'm sorry," I said briskly, "I know it must hurt you to remember.""Yes," her voice broke. "It still hurts me so much." She swiped at her cheeks. "How could it not? To see one child chosen over another. To see one showered with love while the other survived on the barest minimum.""You never told Nivia who her father was?""No." She wiped her eyes. "I told her the lie he wanted me to tell. That her father was a drifter who ran away with another woman. It was easier than the truth.""Which was that her father chose her sister over her.""Yes." Helen stood up, pacing the small room. "How do you tell a child that? How do you explain that her father looked at her and decided she wasn't worth keeping?"I watched her move around the cramped space. "It must have been hard. Raising her alone.""Hard doesn't begin to describe it." She stopped at the window, looking out at the street.
Claire's POVEverything was spinning.My stomach lurched. My head pounded. I couldn't tell which way was up.Then I hit something hard.Sand.I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. Trying to understand what had just happened.One second I'd been in the lab. Touching that strange shimm
Principal Jaxon's POV"She's adapting well," Miss Antoinette said.I watched the viewing sphere in my office, a large screen on the wall showing Nivia, Justin, and Mateo on the island. They'd just made it back to their camp, all three exhausted and bloody.But alive."They almost died," I said. "Mu
Claire's POVI searched for twenty minutes before I realized I was wasting my time.There was nothing here. Just books. Just endless shelves of useless information that meant nothing to me.I slammed a chemistry textbook back onto the shelf, frustration burning through my chest.This was stupid. Ni
Claire's POVThree days.It's been three whole days and nobody had seen Justin.I walked through the school's canteen, my eyes scanning every table, every face. Looking for that familiar mess of chestnut-brown hair. Those broad shoulders. That stupid confident smile.Nothing.He wasn't here.Kyle s







