FAZER LOGINOver the three months since I said those words, Hudson truly kept his promise.He never made me shed another tear. Not even for a single second.The wounds on his shoulder had long since healed, but the careful, tender way he treated me hadn't diminished in the slightest."Avery, it's my turn," Hudson's voice sounded close to my ear, carrying a hint of barely detectable nervousness.I looked up.It was Oakhaven University's Spring Ball. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the students twirling on the dance floor in their colorful evening gowns and suits.I was wearing a pale silver gown, the hem flowing like liquid moonlight.Hudson wore a sharply tailored dark suit, standing right by my side like a fierce protector who refused to leave my side for even a moment.For the past three months, he had escorted me to and from every class, accompanied me through every lab experiment, and whenever my mental barrier training pushed me to the brink of collapse, he was always there, using h
"Does it hurt?"I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I held a piece of gauze, carefully cleaning the three deep gashes on Hudson's shoulder.He sat on the bed in the infirmary, his shoulder bare. His muscles were pulled tight, yet he was unusually obedient, not letting out a single groan."No." He shook his head, though his eyes never left my face for a second.My fingers trembled slightly, and my eyes unknowingly grew red.Blood was still seeping from the wounds. With every swipe of the gauze, his muscles would flinch slightly, yet a faint, barely-there smile remained on his lips."Stop pretending. How can a wound this deep not hurt?" I choked out, a hint of scolding in my voice.Hudson looked at me, then suddenly reached out with his uninjured hand and gently wrapped it around the fingers I was holding the gauze with.I froze for a moment, but I didn't pull away.Seeing that I didn't reject him, his grip slowly tightened, as if he was terrified I would vanish the next second."Act
After that day in the library, I didn't sleep well for three days.I replayed those two weeks in my head over and over.The two weeks I spent running across half the city, he spent waiting outside Clara's father's shop.Two parallel lines, neither saying a word to the other."So, do you believe him?" Mina asked, chewing on her straw."I believe what he said was the truth," I replied."Doesn't that mean you've forgiven him?""No." I closed my notebook. "Telling the truth and being worthy of trust are two different things. Where was I when he was hiding the truth? I was left to freeze in the cold wind for two hours."Mina paused, seeming to understand, and didn't ask further.I didn't go looking for him, either.He still saved my seat at eight o'clock and left coffee at nine. I still drank it.Drinking the coffee didn't mean anything. I was just very tired, and the coffee was hot.Thursday afternoon, Applied Wolf Psychology class.It was the hardest course in the healing department. The
For the next three weeks, Hudson became a shadow.At eight o'clock in the morning, in the third row by the window in the library, a book would be placed on the desk to reserve it. That was my usual spot.At nine o'clock, a hot coffee would appear at the corner of the desk, black. I always drank it black, and only two people in the whole world knew that.During afternoon lab sessions, he always stood in the very back row, watching me mix essential oils through the gaps between six other people.He didn't say a single word."That Alpha is here again," Mina nudged me with her elbow. "He stared at you for twenty straight minutes. I counted.""Let him.""Who is he, anyway?""Just an old neighbor from my hometown."Mina's eyes widened. "A neighbor? A neighbor wouldn't drop out of Blood Moon for you. I looked him up. He was ranked number one in this year's class."The dropper in my hand paused for half a second. "That's his choice."On Thursday of the third week, in the library.I got up to r
"A transfer student? Right in the middle of the semester?"The old lady at the Oakhaven administration office pushed the documents back across the counter.Hudson pushed them right back."My transcript is on the second page."She flipped it open, and her hand stopped."...Blood Moon's top freshman." She looked up. "Son, you're transferring from the top combat department in the country to our healing department? And you want to drop back a year?""Yes.""Do you have any idea what the healing department studies? Essential oil ratios, emotional counseling, wolf psychology pacification. There are no rankings, no honor rolls, and absolutely no Alphas willing to do it.""I am."The old lady stared at him for five seconds before bringing her stamp down hard on the paper."Sign here. You're in Dorm Building C. Don't regret this."Hudson picked up his black duffel bag and walked out of the administration building.Then, he stopped dead in his tracks.There was a trace of a familiar scent in the
That realization exploded in Hudson's head, echoing all night long.He sat on the floor of the hallway until dawn was almost breaking, finally jolting up as if woken by the freezing cold.He had to go find her.But another voice rang out in his mind: She doesn't want you anymore. What right do you have?Hudson gripped his phone until his knuckles turned white, staring obsessively at that gray "unread" status. In the end, he didn't send a single word. He just buried his face in his hands.At the exact same time, six hundred miles away, I stayed up all night calculating the money my father had transferred to me.Finally, I booked a full course in the academy's top-tier sensory deprivation tank, along with rare herbal essential oils flown in from South America.Thirty thousand dollars. Every last cent.This was the initial college fund my dad had given me, hoping it would help me when it mattered most.Well, I decided the time was now. I was going to rebuild myself into an Avery who belon







