Semua Bab The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy: Bab 41 - Bab 47

CALEB’S POVThe darkness of my apartment pressed against me, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and fear as I jolted awake, my chest heaving, my hands clutching my shirt where a phantom pain burned, sharp and raw, like claws had torn through my heart. The dream clung to me, vivid and merciless—Isabella’s bloodshot eyes, her hands dripping crimson, her torn clothes, her voice a venomous hiss: “Your father took my family away from me. Your father destroyed my life. I am here to destroy yours.”My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling, my eyes darting around the dimly lit room, the moonlight slicing through the blinds, casting jagged shadows on the hardwood floor. The pain lingered, real and searing, as if she’d truly ripped into my chest, her words echoing in my skull, her accusation about my father, Marcus, cutting deeper than any wound.I swung my legs over the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, my hands raking through my hair as I tried to shake the nightmare. Isab

SEBASTAIN’S POVThe morning sun cut through the blinds of my office at the University, casting sharp, slanted lines across the desk where student essays lay scattered, their handwritten arguments blurring under my unfocused gaze. My pen hovered over a half-graded paper, my fingers twitching, my mind far from the task. For days, a nagging sensation had clung to me, a prickling at the base of my neck, like unseen eyes tracking my every step. Was someone following me, or was it just the curse, twisting my instincts into paranoia? Maximus stirred, his growl low and restless, his claws scraping my insides, echoing my unease. I’d felt it yesterday, walking to my car, the campus air too still, the shadows too heavy. Today, it was stronger, a weight that made my shoulders tense, my eyes dart to the door. I leaned back in my chair, my boots scuffing the hardwood, my hand raking through my hair as I tried to focus on the essay, a student’s analysis of Macbeth’s ambition. But my chest tightene

MIA’S POVThe forest air clung to my skin, damp and heavy, as I crouched behind a gnarled oak, my heart pounding so loud I swore it echoed through the trees. My sneakers sank into the muddy earth, my breath shallow, my blonde curls plastered to my forehead with sweat. I’d only wanted a moment of quiet, a break from Crestwood’s chaos, when I’d stumbled into the maintenance shed’s shadow and heard them—Caleb and Vanessa, their voices low, plotting murder, and not just anyone’s murder but Isabella’s murder. My best friend was targeted for death at tomorrow’s frat party, her life to be snuffed out by werewolves, their claws meant to tear her apart. My stomach churned, my hands trembling as I pressed them against the rough bark, my mind reeling. Caleb, with his charming smiles and green eyes, had always seemed off, his attention on Isabell too intense, too calculated, like a predator stalking prey. I’d sensed it, a nagging doubt that he wasn’t the carefree transfer student he claimed to

ISABELLA’S POVMy heart pounded as Sebastian’s words echoed in my ears, his voice urgent, his golden eyes blazing with fear. I stood frozen in the choir room, my music sheet crumpling in my hands, my breath shallow. Caleb? The guy who’d asked me out, whose green eyes had turned cold after I rejected him? Planning to murder me? It didn’t make sense. Sebastian’s dislike for him had been obvious from the start—his glares, his tense posture whenever Caleb was near. Was he lying, exaggerating to keep me away from Caleb, from the party? My chest tightened, my mind racing with doubt, but Mia—Mia was in the hospital, hurt, maybe dying. That part was real, and it tore at my heart, leaving me dizzy with fear and confusion.“We need to go,” I said, my voice trembling, my hands shoving the music sheet into my bag. “Take me to the hospital. I need to see Mia.”Sebastian nodded, his jaw tight, his hand gently guiding me out of the choir room. My boots scuffed the hallway tiles, my eyes darting to