로그인Aria’s POV: The council chamber doors closed behind me with a heavy thud. Their words echoed louder than the sound.“We will do whatever is necessary to protect this academy.”The word felt like a lie. I wrapped my arms around myself as I wandered through the empty halls of Ebonveil. I didn’t know where I was going. I only knew I couldn’t go back to my room yet. If I did…I’d think.About Archer.About Jasper.About the Elders.About the way fear had replaced curiosity in their eyes. I couldn’t think anymore.The cool night air greeted me as I stepped into the courtyard. Moonlight spilled over the marble pathways, turning the academy gardens silver. The fountains had gone quiet for the evening, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves dancing through the ancient trees.A familiar voice drifted through the silence. “I was wondering when I’d find you.”I looked up.Lucien stood beneath one of the lanterns, hands tucked into the pockets of his black coat. His amber eyes softened the moment
Aria“Archer.”Jasper’s voice sliced through the haze. The warmth surrounding me disappeared so suddenly it stole the air from my lungs. I opened my eyes. Archer had stumbled backward as though I’d burned him.His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling beneath his dark shirt. Every muscle in his body looked locked in place, his green eyes fixed somewhere over my shoulder instead of on me.For a second, I couldn’t understand what had changed. One moment he’d been kissing me. Holding me like I was something precious. The next…He looked horrified. My fingers instinctively reached toward him.“Archer?”He took another step back from me, the movement hurt more than it should have. Had I done something wrong? The kiss replayed through my mind in broken fragments. His hand against my cheek. The warmth of his lips. The way I’d finally felt… safe.Then I’d felt something brush against my neck. It wasn’t painful..Just different. My fingertips drifted to the spot beneath my ear. Ther
Archer“Easy…”The word left my mouth before I thought about it. She was barely looking at me. Her violet eyes were unfocused, fixed somewhere beyond the shattered classroom as magic crackled around us in uneven bursts. Every few seconds another pulse rippled through the air, making the broken lanterns overhead sway against invisible currents.Students had emptied into the corridor. Professors stood at a cautious distance, weaving containment spells that unraveled almost as quickly as they formed. None of it mattered. The only thing I saw was her. Her hand trembled inside mine. She looked terrified. Not of us. Of herself.“…Wildfire.”The nickname slipped free so naturally I didn’t even realize I’d said it until her gaze flickered toward mine.For one heartbeat…The storm hesitated.She pulled in a shaky breath. Then another surge tore through the room. The nearest desk splintered down the middle. A window cracked. “Aria.”Jasper’s voice was horse. I didn’t have to turn around to know
Aria’s POV: The walk from the training grounds to the east wing of the academy passed in a blur. Students laughed as they crossed the stone courtyards, some carrying stacks of books while others hurried to beat the morning bell. The academy buzzed with its usual life. It felt wrong that the world hadn’t changed.Mine had.I replayed Archer’s words over and over, searching for another meaning. He wasn’t alone. Maybe Selene had needed an escort. Maybe Jasper had walked her back to the fae dormitories. Maybe Archer had assumed the worst.I clung to every possibility, no matter how unlikely. Because the alternative hurt too much. By the time I reached Arcane Theory, I’d almost convinced myself there had to be an explanation. The classroom was already filling when I slipped inside. Tall windows stretched from floor to ceiling, spilling pale morning light across rows of carved oak desks. Enchanted lanterns floated overhead, drifting lazily beneath the vaulted ceiling like captured stars.
Aria’s POV:The whistle echoed across the valley before dawn had fully surrendered to morning. A thin layer of frost silvered the werewolf training grounds, crunching beneath boots as students filtered into the practice circles. The air smelled of damp earth, pine, and the faint smoke drifting from the academy chimneys above.I pulled the leather wraps tighter around my hands. Maybe if Professor Kane worked us hard enough, my body would be too exhausted to let my mind wander.It was a nice thought. It lasted all of three seconds. Because the moment I closed my fists, all I could think about was Jasper. The way he’d looked at me after the party. The way he’d kissed me. The way he’d walked away in the classroom. “You look distracted.”Crystal fell into step beside me, carrying a practice staff over one shoulder.“I’ve looked worse.”“You have.” She offered a crooked smile. “Usually after Archer throws you into the dirt.”“I’ve only lost twice.”She raised an eyebrow. “I admire your con
Jasper’s POVFive days….It had been five damn days. Five days since I’d walked out of that classroom. Five days since I’d watched Aria Veyne disappear down the hallway without looking back. Somehow…She was still the first thing I thought about every morning.I shoved a hand through my silver hair as I crossed the academy courtyard, trying to ignore the familiar ache settling in my chest.It didn’t work. Nothing worked. Every hallway reminded me of her. Every classroom. Every stupid corner of this academy seemed to have a memory attached to it now.I hated it. I hated that she’d gotten under my skin. I hated that I couldn’t seem to get her out. I hated…That I’d put that look in her eyes.“I didn’t ask you for forever.”The words slammed into me all over again.Closing my eyes only made it worse. I could still see her standing between me and the classroom door. Her hair slightly messy. Her cheeks flushed. Looking at me like I’d broken something inside her.I’d told myself I stopped beca







