LioraThe garden was the kind of place you’d expect to see printed on the back of a postcard: a maze of stone paths, fountains whispering in the distance, rose bushes trimmed so precisely it almost felt wrong to breathe near them.But Zane was right, it was far from Callum’s parents eyes, deep in th
“That why you showed up to Mia’s wolfless classes?” Callum pressed, his voice low enough that it almost felt like he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “I didn’t think you cared about transforming. You always seemed so… pro-wolfless. Proud of it, even.”“I am, as they all should,” I said sharply, flic
LioraWe must have stood there for a full thirty seconds, all three of us, staring at each other like someone had hit pause on the world.Callum’s hand was still on the door. His eyes flicked from me to Zane, back to me again, like he couldn’t quite figure out which one of us was the bigger problem.
CallumI swear the dining room in our house is bigger than the school gym.Gold trim, chandeliers, a table long enough that you could lose someone halfway through a meal. It’s all a bit much. But of course, that’s my parents.I sat there with them, three perfect little statues eating in perfect sile
“No death,” he said lightly. “Just curious why you look like you’re trying to figure out the meaning of life over there.” He tilted his head to read the titles scattered around me. “‘Lycan bloodlines, Werewolf physiology, The Wolfless Paradox’…” His grin widened. “Wow. Someone’s desperate to get the
LioraThe library was the only place I could think of to start my next search. If Mia’s class couldn’t be my lead, maybe some old legends could.It’s not like I could piss off the Moon Goddess anymore by nosing through her stories.By midday, the noise from the halls was nothing but a distant hum, d