جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

Agatha’s POV “Okay, everyone. Be quiet while your test results are passed out,” Professor Dale said in his cold, steady voice. He stood at the front of the room, tall and stiff, with his arms crossed as always. “If you didn’t pass… it means you don’t belong in my defense class.” He handed the papers to the first student in the front row. That student took theirs, then passed the rest back down the rows. I sat all the way at the back, like I always did. Linda sat on my left. Ryan sat on my right. “How is this man not grieving?” Linda whispered, leaning toward me. Her voice was soft but sharp. “His only son just died. Shouldn’t he… take time off or something?” I glanced up at Professor Dale again. His face didn’t show anything. No sadness. No anger. Nothing. Just cold, calm, and unreadable. “Maybe… this is how he grieves,” Ryan muttered, spinning his pen between his fingers. I shook my head slowly. “No… I don’t think so,” I whispered back. “Rikky was his only son. He even made hi

Third person POV The sun was high above the Packland field, its golden light spilling over the wide arena. The air buzzed with energy. Students filled the bleachers around the field, some standing on their toes just to get a better view. Every eye was fixed on the open ground below, where today’s challenge would decide the next defense captain. Agatha sat quietly on the lowest row, her hands clasped tightly on her lap. Beside her, Linda leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, eyes narrowed at the four students standing in the center of the field. Lya sat farther down with her two friends, Lizzie and Micah, all three of them giggling and whispering behind their hands. Around them, more students murmured excitedly, some already shouting Pete’s name as if he had already won. Everyone knew who the winner would be. Pete. After Rikky’s death, Pete was the strongest in the defense class. He carried himself like a winner already, his chest puffed out, his smirk sharp and confid

Fenrik’s POVEvery part of her — I wanted.Her soft skin. Her sharp eyes. Even her stubbornness.I didn’t know if I could keep waiting anymore. Every second I stood here, so close to her, my wolf clawed at me, whispering: Take her. Make her yours. Now.I reached up and gently brushed my fingers along her cheek. Her skin felt warm under my hand, and her lips… gods, her lips… pink, soft, trembling. How was I supposed to look at that and not kiss her?She flinched slightly but didn’t move her head. Her breath hitched, and her eyelashes lowered just enough for me to notice.Then, her sharp whisper broke the spell.“What are you doing? My mom is right there. What if she sees us?”I smirked and leaned a little closer, letting my breath tickle her ear. “Mommy’s busy checking the spaghetti. She won’t take long,” I whispered back.Her eyes widened, and her hands pushed against my chest, but I didn’t let go. Then — She stomped on my foot. Hard.“Let go of me, Fenrik! Let go!” she hissed, he

Rhunar's POVThe cold wind stung my face as I knelt at the entrance of Professor Dale’s house. My knees pressed into the rough stone floor, but I didn’t move. Not even when the chill bit through my clothes.I lowered my head and spoke, my voice steady even though my stomach churned.“Whatever my brother did… I’m sorry,” I said, each word leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. “I know nothing can bring back your son, but I will take responsibility for his actions.”The elders stood behind me, their robes swaying softly in the breeze. Their presence was heavy, watching, judging. The professor stood in his doorway, tall and unmoving, his sharp glasses reflecting the light. He didn’t even step aside to let us in.Beta Farron spoke next, his tone firm but respectful. “Fenrik has always been a wild wolf. No one should have gone through what your son did. On behalf of the Alpha’s family, we apologize.”Another elder stepped forward slightly, bowing his head. “Professor Dale, you are the defense

Agatha POVEvery word he said still echoed in my head. His voice, deep and smooth, wrapped around me like a spell. His hands, warm and rough, sent little sparks through my skin. Every time his fingers brushed me, my knees felt weak. Why… why is this happening?“This is wrong,” I whispered, my breath shaky as he leaned closer, his bare chest almost touching mine. “This is wrong…”“Nothing is wrong,” he said in a low voice that made my stomach twist. “You’re in the right place.”Even his words… so confident, so heavy, made my heart beat faster. His lips hovered so close to mine I could feel the heat of his breath. I could already taste him in my mind.But somehow, I found strength. I pulled away quickly, my cheeks burning, and ran. I didn’t look back.When I got home, my mom was in the living room, folding laundry neatly on the couch. The soft scent of detergent hung in the air.“Hi, Mom,” I muttered, already heading up the stairs.“Hey, Agatha. Welcome home,” she called back. “Did you