Zara I hadn’t realised how accustomed I’d grown to the ache in my ankle until it was gone. Three days later, the healer’s concoctions had erased every bruise, every swelling, every hint of my failure in the forest. My leg felt light again, almost too light, as if it no longer belonged to me. But Talia refused to let me walk alone. Each time I stood, she appeared by my side, fingers curling into mine, her head brushing my shoulder, like she was terrified I’d vanish without her noticing. Breakfast was a quiet affair. Rain pattered against the high glass windows, streaking outside in blurred silver. Students murmured sleepily over bowls of oats and blood fruit(watermelon). I poked at mine with a fork, watching the pink juice seep into the grains until it looked like shredded flesh. I pushed the bowl away, my stomach curling. “Eat,” Talia said softly. “You’ve been skipping meals.” “I’m fine.” I forced a smile and reached for my water instead. She watched me for a moment longer before
Zara When I opened my eyes, all I saw was grey light filtering through the thick canopy above me. For a moment, I thought it was still night. But the shadows had softened into an ashen dawn, fog weaving through the trees like ghosts returning to their graves. I felt weightless. My head lolled against something hard yet warm, my cheek pressed to a broad chest that rose and fell steadily. The smell of rain-dampened cotton, scented laundry soap, and pine scent wrapped around me. My body shivered against the cold air biting at my soaked uniform, but his arms tightened around me, pulling me closer against his warmth. Atlas. I knew it was him before I even registered the silent fury in his clenched jaw, the stubborn set of his brows, the subtle scowl twitching at his lips as he walked. His strides were fast, purposeful, each step jolting my bruised leg painfully, but I didn’t complain. I couldn’t. My lips were numb, my tongue felt like lead. The pain in my ankle was a dull throb compar
Atlas’s POV We broke the hug. I watched her face change, her eyes widening in shock, the dim silver moonlight catching on the tears streaming down her cheeks. The rain hammered against the forest canopy above us, soaking my hair flat against my forehead. Thunder rolled, deep and rattling, shaking the ancient trees around us. I knew it sounded insane. Even to me. But every word I’d just said was true. “I care about you,” I repeated, my voice low and raw. “I really do.” Her lips trembled. She winced, shifting her leg away from my touch, her gaze dropping to her ankle. Even in the gloom, I could see how swollen it was, the skin around it already turning a dark, mottled purple. I frowned, kneeling on the wet mossy ground to get a better look. The mud soaked through my sweats, cold and cloying against my knees. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. “It’s already bruising this bad.” Lightning forked across the sky, illuminating her tear-streaked face. She was staring at me with this lo
Zara’s POV The results came out at dawn. The air was sharp with frost, mist curling around the notice boards. Students gathered in hushed clusters, their breaths fogging as they scanned the parchment pinned under glass. My stomach twisted as I pushed through them, ignoring Nova’s smug smirk and Seraphine’s quiet giggle. My eyes flicked down the list until they landed on my name: Zara Blackwood – PASS (Remedial Trial Required) Remedial Trial. My heart sank into my shoes. “How did it go, huh?” Nova purred behind me, her syrupy voice cloying against my ear. “Heard you screamed so loud the whole forest woke up.” I ignored her and walked away. Talia called out as I passed. “Zara—hey, don’t let it get to you, okay?” I gave her a tight smile, but it fell before it reached my eyes. Inside, I felt numb. I’d done everything they asked, fought shadows and ran until my lungs bled, yet it still wasn’t enough. Just because I didn’t return with my partner? 🜃 Pairing Announcement That afte
Zara’s POV We all stood at the forest at the edge of campus, its black pines twisting into the winter sky like skeletal fingers trying to reach the clouds. Fog clung to the mossy ground, swirling in ghostly tendrils that slithered around my ankles as I stood with the rest of the students at the edge of the clearing. Professor Nima raised her lantern high, her robes reaching her ankles. “Welcome to the midterm Forbidden Forest Trial,” she said, her voice echoing off the silent trees. “This is your final assessment before term break. You will demonstrate your survival knowledge, pack tracking skills, and nocturnal orientation. Fail, and your rank drops to Class D.” A ripple of murmured dread swept through the gathered students. Class D was the lowest rank, rank that was offered to omegas. Once you fell there, you never rose again. I swallowed hard, tasting acid. She flicked through her leather-bound list. “Pairings will proceed at scheduled intervals. Group A – Talia Greaves a
Zara’s POV Before dawn we got back at Blackwood Academy, every other person must’ve enjoyed this short trip, but I can’t say the same for myself. The bus rumbled into the courtyard, tires crunching on gravel. Everyone was half-asleep, hair messy, faces shadowed with exhaustion from the Greystone trip. I tugged my hoodie tighter around my shoulders as I stepped off the bus, the wind biting into my exposed legs. My backpack thumped against my lower back with every step. Around me, students gathered in clusters, yawning and stretching, complaining about the early midterm start. “Move along, move along,” shouted Professor Nima, clapping her hands sharply. Her glasses flashed in the rising sun. “Midterm examinations begin at ten. Grab breakfast, freshen up, and report to your designated wings.” The words barely registered as I trudged up the stone steps toward the East Wing dorms. My eyelids felt like lead. I hadn’t slept all night. Even when I closed my eyes, my mind buzzed with the i