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Lyra“Where are you?”Jay’s voice echoed through the forest, sharp and searching, his tone carrying both frustration and urgency. The sound jolted me, pulling me out of the trance I had been stuck in. My chest still heaved violently, the image of the wolf, of Nick, burned into my mind.Before I could even glance back, the beast had already vanished into the shadows. One blink and it was gone, swallowed whole by the darkness, as though the earth itself had devoured him. My knees gave way, forcing me onto the damp ground, and I buried trembling fingers into my hair.Tears poured hot and unstoppable down my cheeks, blurring the world into streaks of black and silver.Not only is he a wolf. Not only a beast. He’s… a killer.“Why?” I whispered hoarsely, my voice cracking against the night air. My lips trembled, the word falling apart as it left me. Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be Nick?Could he have already killed Mirae?The thought shredded me alive. My breath hitched, sh

LyraNick took one step toward me. Just one. And it was enough to send every nerve in my body screaming.“Don’t you dare come closer… you monster.” My voice cracked, but I forced the words out. Hot tears welled and blurred my vision until his figure wavered before me. My chest heaved, my throat burned.His face twisted, anguish carved into every line. His lips trembled as he tried to speak.“I swear… I didn’t do anything. I’m not the monster that’s been killing people.” His voice was hoarse, desperate, pleading. “I know what I am….a beast. But I don’t kill people.”How could he stand there and say that? How could he expect me to believe him when blood poured down his body, thick and red, staining everything from his hair to his clothes? His shirt clung to him, soaked through, and I couldn’t tell where his skin ended and the blood began.“Look at yourself!” My voice tore through the silence. He flinched but lowered his gaze. I pointed at him with shaking hands, forcing him to see what

LyraThe words Mirae whispered to me earlier kept repeating in my head, echoing like a curse I couldn’t silence.“Stay away from him.”The way she said it, her eyes sharp, her lips pressed tight like she was holding back more than she dared to share, left my chest hollow. My steps felt heavy as we crossed the campus gates, students buzzing around us with laughter and chatter, but none of it reached me.I hadn’t said a word since.Mirae’s hand pressed against my shoulder, squeezing gently as we walked. “Why have you been so quiet? What’s going on in that head of yours?”I wanted to ask. God, I wanted to beg her for every detail. How did she see him? What exactly was he doing? Even with what I saw I still wanted to believe he's not a killer. My tongue itched with the questions, but I bit them back. My chest ached with restraint.Before I could find words, she cut in again. “If you’re worried about me telling the police about him…” She sighed, her voice soft but firm. “…I won’t.”I fro

Lyra“Nick… what the heck are you doing?”The words stumbled out of me, muffled against his palm. His hand was still pressed firmly over my mouth, shutting me up, his other arm wrapped around me as if I might vanish if he let go. I jerked back, glaring, my pulse hammering with equal parts fury and fear.He didn’t answer. He shoved open the stall door with his shoulder and dragged me inside. My back hit the cold wall, and panic spiked through me. Reflex kicked in before reason, I bit his hand hard.He hissed, jerking back, his jaw clenching as his fingers loosened. I bolted toward the door, but his grip found my shoulder and yanked me back. Pain shot through me, sharp and white-hot.“Ouch!” I cried, spinning around, my face twisted in pain as my free hand gripped my shoulder. My eyes burned with tears of anger. I glared at him like I could rip him apart with my bare hands. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you here?” My voice cracked, loud and raw, bouncing off the tiled walls.

LyraHis pupils dilated as he looked at me, the kind of dilation people say happens when someone is in love. The thought hit me like a lightning strike. Could it be…? Could Nick, the almighty, untouchable, hottest guy in school, actually be in love with me?No. That can’t be real. How? Why me?“Don’t keep me waiting,” he said, his voice softer now, but firm enough to send a shiver through me. His hand was stretched out, palm open, waiting for mine. His lips curled into a smile that touched his eyes this time, not the usual smug smirk but something warmer, gentler. “Will you?” he asked again, patiently, like the entire store had fallen away and only my answer mattered.I didn’t know when my cheeks heated, but the warmth spread until I was sure I was glowing red. My lips trembled, curving into a smile I couldn’t hold back. A date wouldn’t hurt, right? I’d never even been on one before. This would be my first. And despite everything I knew about him, despite all the reasons I should have