The moon was heavy tonight, pregnant with tension, not light. I felt it in my bones long before the wards flared.We’d been circling the southern edge of the Obscura Arcanum campus, the section closest to the city border. Technically off-limits to students after midnight, but patrols like this weren’t just about rules. They were about instinct, tradition… and the things that lurked beyond our gates.I padded across the moss-soft ground in my wolf form, every muscle coiled and alert. Around me, the others fanned out in formation. Lottie and Tamsyn flanked the tree line, playful despite the hour. Dominic Voss was all bared teeth and quiet growls, as usual, never content unless he was prepared for war. Mykala Davis, ever the drill sergeant, kept a brutal pace.Shara Baudoin moved beside her, calm and steady. Even in her wolf form, there was something unmistakably grounded about her, controlled, deliberate, like her instincts had been trained to heal before harm. Where the rest of us radi
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