INICIAR SESIÓNRonan I felt it the moment the cornfield settled, as I ran out of the cornfield after the creepy look Rhea gave me, so I saw the hum of excitement still buzzing, students laughing, some kissing , music filling the air, saturated with instincts. Drawing a slow deep breath through my nose, too many scents layered badly. Fear disguised as fun, Excitement that is moving closer to aggression. Kieran stands near the altar where the offering to the moon goddess is situated, looking professional and untouched, and trained for Alpha leadership, his eyes are hazy. His wolf is too close to the surface, even I could tell and feel it, like a restless pull tugging at my ribs. And I see Rhea in my peripheral vision, she crossed the open space with a deliberate calm, pale festival moon light catching in her hair, her expression composed enough to fool anyone who wasn't paying attention, the metallic stench of blood flowing from her. Students parted instinctively as she passed, attention
RHEAThe cornfield maze closes as I walk back. He knows, fuckkk he knows.Well, that doesn't matter, I have the ring I'm betrothed to him, and nothing can change that. I feel it before I hear it, as the harvest moon starts shining for the night, the big red moon hanging above the maze, looking as if the sky has been cut open.Ronan stands in front of me, not Kieran.I remember the realization landed hard, sharp enough to steal my breath, my stomach twists, nausea turning in my throat.“No.” I whispered. “No, that's not…”This isn't how it goes.The harvest moonlight intensifies all emotion. The corn whispers as if it's alive.Something wakes in me desperate, feral, and wrong.I clamp a hand over my mouth as something fills me.This isn't fear. Fear feels clean, and fear makes sense.This is envy.It's like acid poured straight into my veins, my skin prickles, my mating glands ache. Every breath feels shallow and unsatisfying, like my lungs refusing to work with me. “Why does it hu
RonanI wake up choking, as if someone held my lungs and just decided to let go, my body jerks against the bed, muscles tensing in sharp and ugly pulls.“Easy, easy,” a voice says close. Hands grip my shoulders, firm, grounding. “You're safe. Don’t move.”I smell Kieran's scent all over me before looking up and seeing Ethan.The world comes back into focus in broken pieces. Rough wool blankets scraping my skin, the sting of antiseptic, the low hum of heaters vibrating through the floor. Light filters through the glass.My shoulders burn, not a surface pain, but deep, aching, like something unsettled beneath the skin.The bite aches, and I swallow hard.“I..” My throat feels shredded. “What.”“You fainted,” Ethan says quickly, like he's afraid I'll disappear again if he pauses. “ During the procession. You just went down.”Images rush back in fragments, the crowd, Kieran's face too close, filled with alarm.Shame hits me harder than the pain.“I collapsed," I murmur.Ethan doesn't de
Kieran It's time for the procession, but it needs to be led by two people true to each other. As we all pick a red rope, which signifies the true bond.And we stand at a circle around a burning flame, heat washes over us in a sudden wave, the rope in my hand vibrates, my wolf surges inside me, across the circle Ronan stiffens.I feel the connection between us, like someone hooked a finger in my spine and pulled, not pain or fear.Something calm and beautiful.Ronan's hands grab his shoulders, his breath stutters visibly as he sucks in air, like he's bracing against something only he can feel.My grip tightens on the rope as I struggle between my need to help him and the need to stay at my position and continue the ritual.“Wait…” I start, then stop as Ethan rushes forward.Rhea shifts beside me.Her fingers clench convulsively abound her rope, knuckles white from holding the rope, she sways just slightly then steadies herself with a breath coming out too fast.“Kieran,” she murmurs,
RonanI look down, and I'm standing at the edge of the frozen lake attraction, decorative light wards glow beneath the ice, illuminating cracks spiderwebbing very close to my boots.The ice is too thin, I'm one misstep from falling into the cold ice water.“Easy,” a low growly voice murmurs near my ear, too low and too close to place. “ You don't want to fall now.”By the time I stagger back onto solid ground, the voice that guided me there is gone, dissolved into the crowd like it was never real.I press my palm to my chest and force my breathing to slow. The festival has started, but I don't feel interested, I feel like I'm standing behind glass.I don't feel safe, I think I'm being hunted.“Ronan!” Dax's voice cuts through all the noise, I turn and spot him and Finn near a food stall shaped like a cabin, both of them bundled in coats and impatience. I feel a great amount of relief as i move towards them.Finn studies my face the second I'm close enough. “You look like you had a dea
RonanThe gates are already open when we reach the The bus, “Tickets out, people keep moving,” The Instructor barks, waving us to move forward as the transport train hums, metal and magic moving us faster than I've ever gone.Noise crashes over me in layers, laughter, shouting. The sound of people dragging their trunks and boxes across the pathway. Scents everywhere, unfiltered and unrestrained. Students are going to be themselves for the festival, to let their instincts free, and it's chaos for an Omega nose.I swallow hard and keep walking.Crowds press too close, Alphas flushed with anticipation, Betas buzzing with excitement,My suppressants are pumped to their limit in my systems.I don't feel safe leaving school.I close my eyes for a second, taking a deep grounding breath, and there it is a small thread, warm and unmistakable. Not a scent , more like a quiet pull and awareness.Kieran.I know where he is without seeing him, somewhere behind me, a little to the left. My should







