LOGINLARA'S POV
I went from the unknown top student to being the school celebrity in just a day after the new year celebration.
As seniors, we resumed back to school a week earlier than other students and damn, it's not easy a bit.
Jeff has found out that the video is photoshopped but who will believe me that it's a photoshopped video? I was really tempted to yell everyone the kind of relationship I had with Reis but what evidence do I have to back it up?
I had to live when the trauma of seeing the guy I love laugh at me while playing with his lover, Dad also get scorned in the neighborhood, for raising his daughter wrong.
One week passed in a flash and by that time, the news isn't as fresh as before, but still no one can forget it and I still go back to being an outcast who can't even pass where others are sitting.
Even if I was called by a teacher to answer a question in class, those mocking stares and smirks irk my ego so much that my weekly reports retention rate dropped to the lowest it could get and I couldn't do anything about it.
Reis manipulated me more, wanting me to continue doing his assignments and all secretly just like before but I refuse to be used by him, not after everything he did.
The Monday after the school start-up chaos and all that, the quiet storm ceased again as a new student arrived in school.
That day, I was in the library, busy with my arithmetic again when my phone starts beeping with several messages that surprised me.
Checking it, I saw the school blog already jam-packed, as if a new scandal like mine has broke out. Curiously, I checked only to see messages Poppin in because some new student has arrived.
I hissed in disgust, what new student is that, that caused the school blog to spike up again. Just as I continued working again, the door to the library cracked open.
I didn't bother to look back, as I wasn't expecting anyone and a school public library is for everyone, but to my surprise, the fellow didn't make any noise which is so unusual in our library.
It's scarce to see a student in the library but this time of the day that lessons is still going on, and in our senior class, none of them takes library this serious. I stood up from my chair, pack my books and thought of leaving after seeing whoever it was.
Just as I took a step away from my seat, that strange aura that seems very imposing hit me out of nowhere and I feel like I'm in the prescence of that guy from January 1st.
I shook my head, trying not to believe my instincts so I proceed to still see which student is there during lesson hours only for me to got to a certain cubicle and gust of smoke hit me.
"Ewww, who smokes in the library?" I cried, brushing off the smoke to see the offender.
The fellow puffed out the smoke into my direction again and I started coughing. "Who are you!?" I screamed again, clearly offended by the smoke.
He smoke goes down, and sitting before me was the handsome fellow I slept with on January 1st.
No. I shook my head, "No it can't be!" I tried reassuring myself again but yes, it's true. His features are just like that day. Bold, elegant and graceful just like a model and the type of man that I love.
He also seems to just recognized me, we both gasped in horror and point accusation finger at each other, "You....?"
He quickly dropped the cigarette and crush the end with his boot, all thanks to the fact that we're at the far end section of the library, the librarian would have ordered us out.
I gulped hard and timidly, my brain swelling up with the heat and shock I just received. This is going to be the worst year in my life I'm sure enough now.
First the betrayal, then the night stand and the fake news, and now... A new Nemesis?
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice sounding kinda husky like the day I met him.
I wish the ground could open up and swallow me because I'm almost drowning in embrassment. Seeing the guy that too my virginity before me... Ohhh
I didn't answer his questions but I ran out of the library and bolt toward the classroom. I got to my seat, and the empty seat beside me is already occupied with a bagpack and books.
I frowned but day down gently, to avoid attention. But despite the silence I had ensured, they all seems to be looking my way and I wonder what it is this time.
However, after the classes and no one showed up for the new seat, I gave up on guessing who owns the bag and books, I packed my bags to go home.
I got to the entrance and was stopped by Jenna, one of the girls in our class, also nerdy but still more social than me, standing there and giggling like she's won a lottery.
I shrugged and ignored her to continue walking but she stopped me, pleading look on her face as she asked politely, "Can you come with me to the hockey field, please?"
I frowned. "All of a sudden? Why?"
"No. It's just..." She breathed erratically, "I want to confess to Luther before anyone does, so I don't know how to go about it and I heard he's joined the hockey team and is playing against Reis Armani tonight"
Her explanations made no sense to me. A girl that doesn't talk to me suddenly asking me to watch the hockey game with her because she wants to confess?
Only if she knows what confessing first has done to me in the past. I hissed in disgust and try walking away but she held me back, "Lara please;"
I stopped, "What are you scheming Jenna? I've never watched hockey and I don't like it" I clap back not giving her space to explain. The fact that she wants to confess first still angering me.
"But it's Luther playing against Reis!" She insisted.
I was still confused and kept in the dark because I don't understand anything from what she was saying.
"Jenna please.... I don't know who Luther is or what you're planning but..."
"You don't know the new student sitting beside you is Luther? Luther Whitman?"
My chest tightened, "What new student? No one came to the seat?"
Her face lit up as she grabbed my hand, "Come with me"
Before I could know it, she pulled my hand and forced me to the stadium with her. For the first time since being a student here for five years, I came to this stadium to watch hockey.
"I'm really an outcast" I thought to myself and which is true.
We made our way through the crowd tj the first row of the seats which was overcrowded with alot of girls. I looked at the field, I understand nothing about hockey and it feels strange.
Jenna snapped me back to attention, "That's him. Luther Whitman, the new student sitting beside you" she pointed to a particular direction.
My legs froze on the spot like I've turned to a mold of salt. Luther Whitman is the new student and the one sitting beside me?
The and the Luther Whitman is none other than him — that I gave my virginity to!!
POV: LaraWe left the outpost before the sun climbed fully above the trees. The forest glistened with dew, quiet in that breathless way the world holds just before it wakes. Each step away from the tower felt heavier, as though it resisted letting us go. I glanced back once—the stone walls were already half-swallowed by mist.Eren moved ahead of me, his stride sure and measured. He had tied the river stone to my cloak’s clasp, where it rested against the Seal. Together, the two hummed softly, their vibrations matching the rhythm of my heartbeat. I could feel the energy threading through the air like a quiet song.“Where exactly are we going?” I asked as we followed a narrow trail north.“To the ridge,&rdqu
POV: LaraWhen I woke, the fire had burned down to embers. Pale dawn light filtered through the vines at the cave mouth, painting soft lines across the floor. Eren sat at the entrance, his back straight, eyes fixed on the forest beyond. He hadn’t slept. Somehow, I wasn’t surprised.“How long was I out?” I asked.“Long enough for the rain to stop,” he said without turning. “The river will be swollen. We’ll move while the pack is still searching the lower ridges.”I stretched stiff limbs and pulled the damp cloak tighter around me. The ache in my body felt deeper than fatigue—it was the pull of the Seal, restless even in quiet. Its faint glow brushed my throat,
POV: LaraThe outpost smelled of dust and memory. The stone walls were streaked with moss, the ceiling patched by roots that had forced their way through cracks in the roof. Yet a faint warmth lingered in the air, as if the place still remembered the hands that once built it.Eren found an old lamp and coaxed a flame to life. Its glow chased the shadows into corners, revealing shelves lined with decayed maps, broken weapons, and the ghosts of another time. “This was one of the border stations,” he said. “Your father used it when he patrolled the northern woods.”I ran my fingers over a weathered table. The wood was carved with initials—some deep, others nearly erased. One mark caught the light: A + M. I traced it slowly, my chest tightenin
POV : LaraRain blurred the forest into streaks of silver and shadow. Every branch clawed at my cloak, every root tried to drag me down. My breath came in short bursts, loud against the roar of the storm. Behind me, the horns still wailed and the sound of pursuit.I forced myself forward, splashing through puddles, slipping over moss-slick stones. The Seal’s faint light glimmered through the wet fabric at my throat, guiding me like a living star. Each pulse reminded me that I was alive, but hunted.Lightning ripped open the sky, showing the ridge in the distance—a black line against the pale horizon. I had to reach it before dawn. Reis had said the river lay beyond; safety waited there, if safety even existed anymore.
POV: LaraThe sanctum was built for silence. Every sound—my breath, the scrape of my palms on the floor, even the whisper of cloth—came back to me hollow and small. The walls drank light. Only the faint shimmer of the Seal broke the dark, moving across my skin like liquid silver.Hours bled together. I counted them by the rhythm of my heartbeat, by the drip of water somewhere beyond the door. Each drop sounded like a reminder that the world outside still lived while I sat buried under stone.At first I tried to speak to the guards through the slot in the door. No one answered. Later, I stopped trying. My voice echoed back at me, thin and lonely.When exhaustion finally dragged me down, I dreamed of fire again.&n
POV: LaraMorning arrived with no warmth. A fog settled over the settlement, thick enough that the sun looked like a pale coin behind the clouds. From my window I could see movement in the square—wolves whispering in clusters, their glances darting toward the house where Luther and I were confined.A guard knocked once before opening the door. “The Council summons you,” he said. His voice carried no malice, only fatigue. No one wanted to be the one to touch the girl who glowed.Luther stood at my side as we walked to the hall. He didn’t speak. His silence said enough.Inside, the Council chamber felt smaller than it had yesterday. The Elders sat in a tight semicircle, their faces drawn. Elder M







