MasukIris did not apply to Aethon Academy. She was taken. One minute she was in her school bathroom. The next she was inside a hidden supernatural world with no way home and no explanation she was willing to accept. They say she belongs here. They say the werewolf bite she barely remembers from when she was ten is the reason. What they are not telling her is everything else. Now she is navigating a world built on power she does not officially have, four supernatural men who will not leave her alone, and something growing inside her blood that is starting to feel like it has a mind of its own. She has one silver eye that sees the truth in people. She is starting to wonder if anyone here deserves to know hers.
Lihat lebih banyakIris' pov~ Caelum leaves before I even finish getting dressed and honestly good for him because I was planning to ask him so many questions over breakfast and now he has successfully avoided that. Ren is still in the room when I come out of the bathroom, sitting at his desk with a book open. He looks up when I emerge. "Your first class is in the East Wing, third corridor, room twelve." I stare at him. "How do you know my schedule?" "You left your timetable on the desk," he says and goes back to his book. I look at the desk. There is indeed a timetable sitting there, delivered at some point this morning by someone who slipped it under the door without knocking. I pick it up, look at it, look at Ren, and decide to let it go for now because I have bigger problems. I thank him and he nods without looking up and I head out into the corridor as if I know exactly where the East Wing is.I absolutely do not know where the East Wing is. It takes me fifteen minutes an
Iris' pov~ The male dormitory building does not look different from the outside but it feels different the moment we step through the front doors. The female dorms had a particular kind of energy, comfortable and communal. This building has none of that. There's so much noise over here and there are guys everywhere. I notice the way the students in the common room all look up at exactly the same moment when I walk in. I have been looked at before. I have mismatched eyes and a tendency to walk into rooms like I own them so I am not a stranger to attention but this is different. This is a whole room of supernatural men are assessing me. I look back at every single one of them. I make eye contact with the ones who stare longest and I hold it until they are the ones who look away. Miss Odera is moving quickly through the common room toward the corridor beyond it and I follow her at my own pace, completely unbothered. She stops outside a door on the third floor
Iris' pov~ The woman waiting for me outside the principal's office is not what I expect. I come out of that door ready to be difficult with whoever is on the other side because that is the energy I have decided to carry through this entire experience. However, she smiles at me like she means it and that throws off my whole plan.She is tall with warm brown eyes and neat locs pinned back from her face. She is holding a clipboard and wearing a lanyard that says STAFF. She introduces herself as Miss Odera, the principal's secretary, and she tells me she will be showing me around before getting me settled. "I also want to say," she adds, and her voice drops just slightly, "that I know this was not how you planned your Tuesday. The way you were brought here was not easy and I am sorry for that, even if I cannot change it." I look at her. My silver eye is doing its quiet reading of her and she actually means it. There is no performance in her, no script she is following to make me
Iris' pov~ The girls bathroom on the second floor of Westbrook High smells like cheap body spray which is honestly a perfect summary of this entire school. I am leaning over the sink, scrolling through my phone with one hand and splashing water on my face with the other, fully committed to spending the rest of AP Chemistry in here. Mr. Dalton can fail me if he wants. I am not sitting through another forty minutes of him mispronouncing my name on purpose. I am about to text my best friend Yara when I smell something. It is not the body spray or the sad little lavender air freshener hanging off the towel dispenser. I lift my head and look around the bathroom. There's no one else here though. My phone slips out of my hand and I grab the edge of the sink because my knees are starting to feel weak. I know something is wrong. I spin around trying to get to the door and my legs are not cooperating at all. The sweet smell is everywhere now, almost suffocating me. I am






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