POV: Ronan MontagueNurse Quickly's office smelled like antiseptic and chamomile tea. She looked up from her paperwork when we knocked, eyebrows rising at seeing a Montague and Capulet together after hours."This should be interesting," she said dryly. "Come in before someone sees you lurking in my doorway like star-crossed teenagers."We sat in the chairs across from her desk, and I let Juliana explain. She was better with words, better at making impossible things sound reasonable."You want me to witness your mating ceremony." Nurse Quickly's expression gave nothing away. "Do you understand what you're asking? The political implications?""Yes," Juliana said firmly."And you're both willing to face the consequences? The pack challenges, the family exile, the very real possibility of violence?""Yes."Nurse Quickly turned to me. "Ronan? Your mother was a good friend of mine. What would she think about this?"The question hit harder than expected. Mom had died protecting our pack fro
POV: Ronan MontagueThe new moon was in three days.I stared at the lunar calendar on my phone, calculating risk versus reward for maybe the hundredth time this week. Three days until the sky went dark and our scents would be weakest. Three days until Juliana and I could complete the mating bond without every supernatural creature within fifty miles sensing it.Three days felt like forever and not nearly long enough."You're doing that thing again." Mercutio's voice came from his bed across our dorm room. "The brooding stare where you look like you're contemplating either murder or marriage.""Neither," I lied."Liar. You've had that same expression for two weeks." He sat up, tossing aside whatever book he'd been pretending to read. "What's going on?"I trusted Mercutio with my life. Had since we were fourteen and he'd helped me through the worst of my grief after Mom died. But telling him about the ceremony felt dangerous, like speaking the plan out loud might somehow jinx it."Nothi
POV: Principal LearThe reports kept coming.Thursday afternoon: Mercutio Escalus found drunk on the roof of Westridge Hall, rambling about death and duty and the unfairness of it all.Thursday evening: Otto Moorland had a panic attack in the dining hall. Desi Whitmore stayed with him, refusing to leave even when other students stared.Friday morning: Beatrice Sharpe and Benedict Archer got into a shouting match outside the gymnasium that nearly turned physical.Friday afternoon: Tybalt Capulet filed an official challenge against Mercutio Escalus for "interference in family matters."Lear stared at the challenge form, recognizing the formal language that made everything legal and binding. Once filed, once accepted, there was no backing out without dishonor that would follow both families for generations.He could reject it. As principal, he had the authority to deny challenges he deemed dangerous or inappropriate.But rejecting it would only delay the inevitable. These kids were on a
POV: Principal LearThe files kept multiplying.Lear spread them across his desk like tarot cards, reading futures in incident reports and teacher observations.Mercutio Escalus: Found intoxicated on school grounds. Displaying signs of depression and anxiety.Otto Moorland: Emotional instability increasing. Recommended for counseling.Beatrice Sharpe: Issued challenge to fellow student. Refused mediation.Tybalt Capulet: Multiple instances of aggressive behavior toward Montague pack members.Each file represented a life he was responsible for. Each name belonged to a kid who'd been sent here to learn how to be better than their parents' generation.He was failing them.His phone rang again. This time he answered."Principal Lear.""Alexander." Vincent Capulet's voice was tight with barely controlled fury. "We need to discuss my daughter's situation.""Juliana is an excellent student. Her grades are—""I don't give a damn about her grades. I care about the Montague boy she's been meeti
POV: Principal LearThe coffee had gone cold an hour ago, but Alexander Lear kept staring at it like the dark liquid might offer answers.Three incident reports sat on his desk. Three separate challenges issued in the past week alone. That didn't count the unauthorized transformation in the East Woods or the fight that had broken out during Pack Politics class yesterday.Something was building. He could feel it in his bones, in the way students walked the halls with shoulders tight and eyes watchful. The air tasted electric, charged with the kind of tension that preceded lightning strikes.His phone buzzed. Another call from a pack leader demanding updates on their precious offspring.He let it go to voicemail."Sir?" His secretary's voice crackled through the intercom. "Alpha Montague is on line three. He says it's urgent."Of course it was urgent. Everything was urgent when your heir was sneaking around with a Capulet girl."Tell him I'm in a meeting.""He's called six times today."
POV: Mercutio EscalusThe text came three days later while I was trying to study for a Pack Law exam I definitely hadn't prepared for.Unknown number: Greenhouse. Midnight. If you care about your friend, come alone.My first instinct was to delete it. My second was to show it to Ronan. My third, which I unfortunately followed, was to go see what mystery person wanted to discuss at midnight in the place where Ronan and Juliana had their secret meetings.I arrived early and hid behind some potted ferns, watching as Tybalt Capulet appeared exactly at midnight. He wasn't alone. Three other Capulet students flanked him, all looking like they'd dressed for violence instead of conversation."I know you're here, Escalus," Tybalt called out. "I can smell your fear from across the greenhouse."I stepped out from my hiding spot with more confidence than I felt. "Dramatic much? The midnight meeting, the ominous text message. Very film noir.""You think this is funny?""I think everything's funny