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ZANA’S POVMy voice came out quietly. There was no edge to it, no heat. Ken turned around.He looked at me, really looked."Yes," he said.I stared at him."It had to be done," he said.I couldn't breathe."You humiliated me," I said."why are you so bothered?” He turned to me fully “why do you act like you deserve better’sAnd that was the thing that finished me.It wasn’t the room, not the audience, not the water or the kneeling or any of it. It was his words that hurt me deeply.I turned and walked to the door.I didn't run. My feet were steady. My back was straight. I pushed through the door and stepped into the corridor.I made it exactly six steps before tears fell from my eyes.I was crying.Not quietly. It was the kind of cry that comes from somewhere deep. It was the kind your wolf makes when something is truly, genuinely broken. I pressed my hand over my mouth and kept walking. The sobs came anyway, shaking my whole body, making my vision blur, making my legs feel like they

ZANA’S POVI blinked at him in shock.“I’m already here.”“You’re sitting two feet away like I might bite you. Come here.”I moved closer. He put his arm around me and pulled me against his side. My wolf purred low and satisfied in my chest. I felt my whole body relax against him instantly.His skin was warm. His scent made me relax even more.I let myself lean in.A rational part of my brain whispered: this is stupid. His father burned your home. His blood is his father’s blood. His name is his father’s name.I knew that.Yet I leaned into him anyway. The pizza smelled good. The flowers were on my windowsill. This moment - just this one, small, dangerous moment - felt like something I was allowed to have.-We ate the pizza - both boxes, most of it, and I wasn’t embarrassed. I hadn’t eaten a real meal since the previous morning, and my wolf’s metabolism didn’t accept small portions under any circumstances.“You eat fast,” Percy observed, reaching for another slice.“I grew up in a pa

ZANA’S POVOn the first morning of the integration work, I thought I understood what Ken wanted from me. I really believed I had already been doing it, or at least something close to it. But it didn’t take long for me to realize I had been completely wrong.He explained everything at the start. He broke it down clearly— -- he problem, the gap in my technique, and the exact thing that would cost me in the tournament if I didn’t fix it.We stood at the center of the training ground in the cold when he said, “You fight in two modes. Physical mode and magical mode. When you're in one, the other drops. In the tournament, you need both running at the same time, all the time.Right now, they are two separate things in you. They need to become one thing.”“I’ve been working on integration all week,” I said, trying to defend myself. I had put in the effort, and I knew it.“You’ve been working on switching between them faster,” he replied calmly. “That’s different. Switching is still two things

ZANA’S POVI heard a knock at a quarter past seven.I had been sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling, doing absolutely nothing productive with my evening. My boots were still on. My hair was still half-undone from training. I had been meaning to fix both of those things for the past forty minutes and had managed neither, which said a lot about the state of my head lately.The knock came again, and I dragged myself off the bed.I pulled open the door and stopped.Caden stood in the hallway looking almost nervous, which was strange because Caden didn't do nervous. He did calm. He did steady. He was the kind of person whose heartbeat probably stayed even during a full moon, which was saying something for a werewolf. But right now, standing in my doorway with his shoulders slightly pulled in and his jaw doing that thing where it tightened just a little, he looked close to nervous.And he was holding flowers.Not just a few stems grabbed quickly from somewhere. An actual bouquet, wrapp

ZANA’S POVOn a Tuesday morning, I found a small cream-colored envelope slipped under my door. I noticed it as I got up to go for my morning run. I stood there in my bare feet on the cold floor and read it twice before I fully let it sink in.Then I placed it carefully on my desk, got dressed, and went for my run anyway. Falling apart before seven in the morning felt like giving something a win it didn’t deserve. But even as I ran, my mind moved faster than my body, circling the same thoughts over and over.Helena and Vivienne had been quiet lately. That was the first thing I had noticed, even before anything else started to feel off. The sharp looks, the subtle comments, the open tension from earlier weeks had all faded into something quieter.But it wasn’t the kind of quiet that meant things were over. It felt more like the kind of stillness a wolf holds before it strikes, not because it has lost interest, but because it is waiting for the right moment. I had felt that shift, even i