เข้าสู่ระบบCressida's pov The greenhouse was warm and the glass was fogged and the air was thick with the smell of soil and green things and life.I had not been here in weeks and the plants were thriving and the flowers were blooming and the world was quiet. The frost was still there and the cold was still there and the fear was still there. But the peace was there too. The peace of the greenhouse and the peace of the plants and the peace of being alone. The glass walls were streaked with condensation and the light filtered through in soft golden beams and the shadows were long and gentle.I knelt beside a bed of herbs and my fingers brushed the leaves and the scent was familiar and the touch was grounding. The lavender and the rosemary and the thyme. The plants that reminded me of home and the plants that reminded me of her. My mother. The one who had taught me to garden and the one who had taught me to survive and the one who had taught me to love. The soil was dark and rich beneath my finge
Cressida's pov The classroom was warm and the candles were bright and the air was thick with the smell of old parchment and dust and something metallic.I had never been in this room before and the walls were lined with maps and the desks were arranged in rows and the windows were tall and the view was vast. Wolf History. The class I had been dreading. The class that always seemed to find a way to remind me of everything I was trying to forget. The tapestries on the walls showed scenes of ancient battles and the maps showed territories that had long since changed hands and the air itself felt heavy with the weight of centuries.Master Theron stood at the front of the room and his voice was dry and his eyes were sharp and his presence was commanding. He was lecturing about the Great Purge and the betrayal and the burning. The words were familiar and the images were vivid and the pain was fresh. The flames and the smoke and the screams. The wolves who turned their backs and the witches
Cressida's pov The dormitory room was cold and the fire had burned low and the candles were flickering and the shadows were long.I sat on the edge of my bed with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms wrapped around myself and my eyes fixed on the wall. The frost was still there and the cold was still there and the fear was still there. But the sadness was there too. The sadness that had been building for weeks and the loneliness that had been growing for months and the weight that was finally breaking me. The walls felt like they were closing in and the ceiling felt like it was pressing down and the air felt like it was too thin to breathe.I had been sitting here for hours and the tears had dried on my cheeks and the ache in my chest had settled into something dull and heavy. The message in the kitchen kept replaying in my mind and the words carved into the ice kept echoing in my skull.The winter is coming. And so are we.They were already inside. The witches were already inside
Cressida's pov The training hall was vast and the ceilings were high and the walls were lined with weapons and the floor was marked with sparring circles.I had never been in this part of the academy before and the energy was different and the air was thick with the smell of sweat and steel and something electric. The torches burned bright and the shadows danced and the wolves were gathered in clusters. Their voices were low and their eyes were sharp and their anticipation was palpable. The frost was still there and the cold was still there and the fear was still there. But the fire was there too. The fire that burned in my chest and the fire that fueled my fight.Raven was beside me and her dark curls were wild and her eyes were bright and her voice was low."This is intense," she said."This is intense," I said."This is terrifying," Benita said."This is necessary," Tasha said."Same thing," we all said together.I looked at the sparring circles and the wolves who were already fig
Cressida's pov The classroom was warm and the candles were bright and the air was thick with the smell of old parchment and ancient magic.I had been looking forward to this class all week and the anticipation was building and the excitement was growing and the nerves were real. Professor Verena stood at the front of the room with her silver hair gleaming and her robes flowing and her presence commanding. The symbols on the walls were glowing and the runes on the floor were pulsing and the constellations on the ceiling were shifting."Welcome back," she said. "Today, we will be putting theory into practice."The class murmured and the energy shifted and the curiosity grew."We will be working with the element of water. Each of you will attempt to manipulate a small amount of water using your magic. You will feel the flow. You will control the movement. You will become one with the element."She walked to the center of the room and her robes brushed the floor and her eyes scanned the
Cressida's pov The common room was dark and the fire was crackling and the candles were flickering and the blankets were piled high.I had never been to a movie night before and the anticipation was building and the excitement was growing and the joy was real. Raven had organized everything and her dark curls were wild and her eyes were bright and her voice was loud. Benita had brought the snacks and her brown eyes were soft and her smile was warm. Tasha had brought the attitude and her silver braids were loose and her arms were crossed and her expression was flat. The blankets were soft and the pillows were plush and the snacks were endless. Raven had raided the kitchen and Benita had brought tea and Tasha had contributed nothing but her presence and her sharp commentary.I was in the middle of it all and the frost was still there and the cold was still there and the fear was still there. But the warmth was there too. The warmth of the fire and the warmth of the friends and the wa
Lucian's povI couldn't outrun the way she smelled like lavender and herbs no matter how hard I tried.But there was one question I have been meaning to ask her."Who hurt you?" I said absentmindedly as I stared at myself in the mirror.Early morning today was really good, so many kills had improve
Cressida's povWell I have to give it up to his guts. Let's forget the murderous intent I have everytime I see him. He seemed...eager.Of what I have no single idea about.Ice hockey, heavens please remind me how to. So I won't show the entire wolf pack my sorry ass.Everyone hates me? And I don't
Lucian's povMy lungs were burning and my thighs screaming as the blade of my right skate tears a trench with every stride and yet I can't out run the restlessness within me.My wolf is awake. Not the sluggish dying thing that's been fading inside me for years.This is hunger and alert This is a
Cressida's povA sharp pain like a blade between my ribs was what jolted me as I regained consciousness.My fingers flew to touch the injury on my face, it was closing. Thank goodness.Shit. That means half my cover has been blown."It's just me here don't panic" I turned and that's when I noticed







