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Elowen’s POV That evening, the academy’s corridors were quiet, the echoes of the day’s promise still lingering in the air like a soft melody. I wandered down a dimly lit hallway, the events of the afternoon—our tender confessions, gentle laughter, and tentative touches—still playing in my mind like a delicate film. I wasn’t sure where this path would lead, but something inside me, a small ember of hope, urged me onward. I found Theron waiting in a secluded alcove near the library, where a single window framed the twilight sky. He looked up as I approached, his eyes lighting with a softness that made my heart tremble. The night was cool, but as soon as he smiled, the chill seemed to fade away. “Elowen,” he said quietly, his voice imbued with both warmth and an unspoken promise. “I’ve been thinking about our walk earlier... about how every word felt like a step toward something new.” I hesitated, glancing down at my hands. “It was a beautiful walk, but my mind is still a mess,” I a

Alaric’s POV The echoes of the courtyard confrontation still rang in my ears as I strode through the academy halls. Every step I took was measured, each one driven by a single, unyielding purpose: to protect Elowen, no matter the cost. The whispers of gossip trailed behind me—snatches of voices, venomous and envious, spreading rumors of seduction and betrayal. But I cared little for the idle tongues of students. My only focus was her safety. I found her in a quiet alcove near the rear of the academy, where the faded murals of our ancestors looked on in silent judgment. Elowen sat on a stone bench, her eyes red and distant, the traces of the earlier turmoil still evident on her delicate features. I paused at her side, letting the charged silence speak between us. “Elowen,” I said softly, my voice a low rumble of both tenderness and controlled fury, “I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” She looked up at me, her gaze filled with a storm of conflicting emotions—hurt, anger, and a ling

Elowen’s POV – Twilight WhispersThat evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into the soft embrace of twilight, the academy’s grounds transformed into a quiet sanctuary. I found myself wandering along a secluded stone path leading to a hidden courtyard, a place that had once been filled with echoes of our past conflicts and now promised a fragile new beginning. The gentle hum of evening stirred in the air—a murmur of crickets, the soft rustle of leaves—and all around, the academy seemed to exhale, releasing the weight of the day.I hadn’t expected to see Alaric there. But as if drawn by a silent magnetism, he stood near a weathered marble bench beneath a flowering arbor. The cool, amber glow of lanterns danced over his features, softening the edge of his once-ruthless demeanor into something unexpectedly tender. His dark eyes met mine with a mixture of intensity and unspoken apology, and for a moment, I felt the lingering scars of yesterday’s pain ebb away in the glow of this

Elowen’s POV Dawn broke slowly over the academy, its gentle light filtering through the stained-glass windows of my small room. I awoke with the echo of last night’s festival still playing in my ears—the laughter, the whispered promises, the tender, tentative touches that had woven a fragile new tapestry between us. Yet, as I lay there in the early morning hush, a subtle heaviness tugged at me—a mix of hope, uncertainty, and the lingering sting of old wounds.I rose and drew aside the heavy curtains, watching the sunrise paint the courtyard in soft hues of peach and gold. Somewhere among those awakening beams, I wondered if the scars of yesterday could begin to fade. The night had been a celebration of new beginnings, but the next day always brought with it a moment of reckoning.Before I had time to gather my scattered thoughts, there was a soft knock on my door. I opened it to find Alaric standing in the corridor, his eyes a gentle mixture of determination and concern. The cool mor

Ranon’s POV The night had settled into a thick silence, the kind that carried weight—the kind that came before a storm.Elowen had allowed me a chance, a moment of fragile trust, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not yet.I had spent too many years as the bastard who tormented her, and even if her lips had met mine tonight, I knew that the wounds I had left wouldn’t disappear so easily.She had walked away after that kiss, leaving me standing beneath the moonlit arbor, my chest heavy with something foreign—hope.But as I turned to leave, the sharp scent of wolves in the wind made my body go rigid.I wasn’t alone.A slow clap echoed through the darkness, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.Then, a voice—taunting, laced with amusement.“Well, well, well… look at you, Ranon. The mighty bastard prince reduced to chasing after a woman he once spat on.”I didn’t need to see him to know who it was.Alaric.I turned, my jaw clenching as I faced my brother. He leaned against the s