LOGIN"She is moving through the corridors like she owns the damn map to this building, and I want to know how," I snap, not bothering to look away from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the student council office as I watch Evelyn Roda navigate the courtyard below.My deputy council member shifts uncomfortably by the door, but I don't give him the satisfaction of a glance. I have been tracking Evelyn’s movements for the last three weeks, and the data is infuriatingly erratic. One day she is the quiet, invisible Omega who keeps her head down and avoids eye contact like it is a physical contagion. The next, she is dismantling entire social traps with a single sentence, leaving my most vicious upperclassmen looking like idiots in front of the entire student body. She isn't just surviving anymore. She is calculating. She is purposeful. And for a reason I cannot yet articulate, it feels like she is preparing to execute a plan that makes my own governance look like a playground game."Sir, she is
"Stop wasting your time, Omega, because those books haven't been touched in over a century for a very good reason," a rough, gravelly voice calls out from behind the heavy oak library doors.I don't look up from the brittle pages of the historical registry. My hands are steady, a stark contrast to the trembling, frantic mess I was in this timeline three years ago. I am currently deep in the restricted section, ignoring the warning symbols etched into the mahogany shelves. The air here tastes like stagnant time and rot. I am looking for the mention of the Lunar Shrine, the place the history books claim was just a myth, a bedtime story told to keep young wolves from wandering into the dangerous foundations of the Blackthorn institute. I find a page that has been crudely ripped out, the jagged paper edge sharp enough to draw blood."I just prefer reading things that have been forgotten, and I don't see why that should concern a champion fighter like you," I reply, my voice casual as I sl
"You seem to be carrying a lot of weight for someone who supposedly has nothing to worry about," I say, my voice cutting through the library’s suffocating quiet as I lean against the shelf across from her.Evelyn Roda doesn't jump. She doesn't gasp like the other Omegas, who usually treat my presence like a divine visitation or a death sentence. Instead, she slowly closes the leather-bound book in her hands, her fingers lingering on the spine with a possessive, almost protective, grip. Her gaze lifts to mine, and for a moment, the world feels less solid. Her eyes are not the dull, submissive pools of someone beaten into compliance. They are sharp, analytical, and layered with a depth that suggests she has seen the end of the world and found it profoundly boring. I have been watching her for weeks, trying to pin down why she feels like a glitch in the rigid social architecture of this institute."I just like reading, Rafael, and I don't see why my choice of literature should be any of
"Class, please note that history is a selective narrative, and those who ask the wrong questions often find themselves erased from the footnotes," Professor Vance says, his eyes locking onto mine with a synthetic warmth that makes my skin crawl.I keep my head down, burying my face in a notebook that contains nothing but scrambled, fake lecture notes. In my past life, I idolized Vance. I thought he was the only faculty member who genuinely cared about the history of the pack, the only one who didn't see me as a servant. Now, I know exactly what he is. He is a high level courier for the Shadow Council. I smell the ozone and charcoal lingering on his robes, the distinct scent of the secret rituals they perform beneath the academy. My heart is a frantic drum in my chest, but I force my movements to remain slow and deliberately fragile."Evelyn, are you even listening to the lecture, or are you too busy daydreaming about being anywhere but here?" Vance asks, tapping his cane against the e
"Watch where you’re going, you useless little gutter rat," a voice sneers from behind me, accompanied by a sharp shove that is clearly intended to send me face first into the lockers.I don't stumble. In my previous life, I would have hit the metal, my shoulder would have popped out of its socket, and I would have spent the rest of the day cleaning blood off the linoleum. This time, I pivot on the ball of my foot, my weight shifting into a perfect counter balance. The bully, a girl named Sarah who prides herself on breaking new Omegas, swings her weight behind the push and finds nothing but air. She trips over her own expensive boots, her arms windmilling as she crashes into the lockers with a dull, sickening thud. The hallway goes dead quiet, the usual hum of gossip dying the second Sarah’s face hits the cold steel."You really need to work on your balance, Sarah, because that was almost embarrassing to watch," I say, my voice steady and completely devoid of the fear she expects.Sar
"Look at the little stray, she actually managed to find the cafeteria without getting lost or crying for help," a familiar, shrill voice echoes across the dining hall, causing a dozen students to pivot toward me.I stop in the doorway, my tray gripped so tightly my fingers ache. I recognize the girl, Maya, instantly. She is the one who, in my previous life, spilled scalding coffee on my back during the first week just to see if I would scream. I see her now, standing near the juice station with her usual crew of sycophants, holding a tray full of food she doesn't even intend to eat. The air in the room is heavy with the scent of roasted meat and the artificial, floral perfume that all the high-ranking wolves seem to favor."I am just hungry, Maya, so why don't you focus on your own plate instead of mine?" I reply, my voice steady, lacking the usual quiver of terror that defined my former self.The dining hall goes quiet. It is a unnatural, jarring silence that sweeps through the table







