Mag-log inAya's POV The forest went still.Not quiet—still.Like everything had paused mid-breath.The creatures that had been lunging toward us froze where they were, twisted bodies locked in place, glowing eyes fixed on me. The shadows stopped shifting. The air itself felt suspended, thick and unmoving against my skin.And that pull—It was stronger now. So much stronger..It wasn’t just calling me anymore.It was… reaching.Something deep within the forest tugged at something inside me, something I didn’t understand but somehow recognized. My chest tightened as the feeling spread, warm and cold all at once, sinking into my bones.“Aya…”Johanis’ voice cut through it.Sharp.Panicked.“Don’t.”My fingers trembled slightly at my sides. I wanted to move. I wanted to step back, to run, to do anything—but my body wouldn’t listen.Because something inside me was listening instead.Answering.“Aya, look at me.”His voice changed.Not commanding.Not controlled.Desperate.“Look at me,” he repeate
Aya's POVThe forest felt like it was breathing. Not metaphorically.Not in the poetic, it’s just the wind through the trees kind of way.No…I could literally feel it in my bones.The ground beneath my feet shifted ever so slightly, like something vast and ancient was stirring underneath the soil. The air was thick. Heavy. It pressed against my lungs with every breath I tried to take.And the silence—It wasn’t quiet.It was watching.My grip tightened around Lily as she leaned against me, still weak but more alert now, her fingers clutching the fabric of my sleeve.“Aya…” she whispered. “This place… I don’t like it.”“I know,” I said softly.Because I didn’t like it either.Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to run. But there was nowhere to run to. Because this place..is so hard to find where the exit is. It looks and feels like it's never-ending..“Johanis…”My voice came out smaller than I intended. He didn’t look at me right away.Still standing in front of us, still
Aya's POVThe footsteps outside grew louder. Faster. Closer..My heart leaped into my throat.My mate.. He was coming.I could feel it through the bond—wild, sharp, almost violent in the way it surged through me. It wasn’t just awareness anymore.It was urgency.Rage.Fear.For me.The Blackmoor captain tilted his head slightly, as if listening to it too. That same calm expression remained on his face..Like this was all expected.Like everything was going exactly the way he wanted.“Perfect timing,” he murmured.“Stay back,” I snapped, pulling Lily closer to me. She was still weak, her weight leaning slightly against my side.“Aya… what’s going on?” she whispered.“I don’t know,” I admitted.But that wasn’t entirely true. Because deep down—I did. This was a trap. And we walked right into it.The footsteps stopped right outside the door.For one split second, everything went still. And then…BANG.The door slammed open so hard it hit the wall with a deafening crack.Johanis stood the
Aya’s POVThe game started like a storm. It was really fast and relentless. Both sides were unforgiving to one another..From the moment the puck dropped, the energy in the arena exploded. The clash between Woodhill University and Blackmoor wasn’t just a match—it felt like a collision.Two forces.Two intentions.Two teams that refused to back down.I sat beside Lily, my hands clasped tightly together, eyes locked onto the ice. Johanis moved like he always did. But this time.. his movements seem much more precise ad controlled, but still so damn deadly.Every movement calculated, every pass sharp, every shift purposeful. Ryan and Finn kept up the pressure, pushing forward again and again, while Leon and Brooks held the defensive line like a wall.And for a moment—Everything felt normal. The crowd roared. The ice rang with the sound of skates and sticks. The scoreboard shifted.1–0. Woodhill.Cheers erupted around us. Lily grabbed my arm. “They’re doing so good!”I nodded, a small smi
Aya's POVSilence.A dangerous kind of silence.“They’re still here,” I continued. “They haven’t left. Well, I think they left by now though..”Behind him, I could feel the shift. Ryan, Finn and the others. They were all listening and watching.“And their captain—” I hesitated. Johanis’ eyes darkened slightly. “What the fuck did he do?”I shook my head quickly. “He didn’t—he just—”Why was this so hard to explain?“He said…” I exhaled shakily. “He said I should leave before they come back.”The air stilled completely.“And?” Johanis pressed. I hesitated again, then forced the words out. “He said something bad might happen.”The silence was so oppressive and heavy. Ryan swore under his breath. Finn’s expression hardened. “What the hell does that mean?” he muttered. Johanis didn’t say anything. But I felt it. That shift again. Not like last night.Not explosive.But colder. More controlled..Which somehow felt worse.His thumb brushed lightly against my arm. “You’re not leaving my side
Aya's POVWe should be okay, right?We each have the unlinking stone. And I am literally on my way there.We are just minutes behind each other…Right?My fingers tightened slightly around the strap of my bag as I walked faster down the hallway, my steps echoing faintly against the polished floor.Everything felt… off.Not wrong in a way I could explain. Just—This feeling that I cannot quite explain. It's heavy and suffocating..Like something was waiting.I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself. ‘You’re overthinking,’ I told myself.It had just been a weird morning. That’s all. The tension from last night hadn’t completely faded yet, and Johanis being so strangely insistent earlier—That must’ve been what was getting to me. Nothing more.I turned the corner. And stopped. Because I wasn’t alone.Black uniforms.Dark.Unmistakable.Blackmoor.They were standing near the exit corridor, bags slung over their shoulders, a few of them talking casually like they didn’t just radiate the ki
Aya's POV My feather didn’t move either.At first.I followed the instructions, tried to empty my mind, tried to think of conversion. Pheromones to magic. Instinct to intent. But the more I thought about it, the more my thoughts tangled. And yes, I still have pheromones even if I don't have a wolf
Aya's POV The world narrowed to heat and sound and the way Johanis’s grip tightened around my wrist just before he let go.I barely had time to register the shift—the split second where his gaze swept the chaos, counting bodies, exits, witnesses—before the air broke when he was sure there was none
Aya’s POV“I cannot stand this. Is Ayreil blackmailing you or something?”The words cut sharper than I expected. They weren’t even loud. Just… careless. Tossed into the air like gossip always is—casual, cruel, and confident that it wouldn’t reach the wrong ears.Mine.The girl who said it—third row
Aya's POV I want to cover for my mate.I want to say something—anything—that will redirect Elder Odin’s attention away from Johanis, away from the impossible blue fire, away from the truth sitting in my chest like a live wire.But I don’t know what on earth my response is supposed to be. So I just







