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POV: Bea SharpeThe heavy bag exploded under my fists, sand spilling across the gymnasium floor like blood from a fresh wound.I stood there breathing hard, my knuckles raw despite the protective wrapping, sweat dripping from my face onto the rubber mats that had absorbed years of supernatural aggression. The clock on the wall read 5:47 AM—I'd been at this for over an hour, trying to beat the memories out of my system through pure physical exertion.It wasn't working.Every punch I threw carried the ghost of laughter that used to fill summer afternoons. Every combination reminded me of the boy who'd taught me how to throw a proper uppercut when we were ten years old, his patient voice guiding me through the mechanics of leverage and timing."Remember, Bea, power comes from your legs, not your arms. Ground yourself first, then let the energy flow upward."I slammed another devastating combo into the replacement bag, feeling the chain groan under the impact. Ben Archer's voice had no bu

POV: Bea SharpeStudy room three was located at the end of a corridor lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the academy's central courtyard. I positioned myself in an alcove approximately twenty feet from the partially open door, close enough to hear conversation but far enough to avoid being noticed by casual observers.The ethical implications of deliberately eavesdropping on a private discussion weren't lost on me, but curiosity and two years of unresolved hurt had apparently overwhelmed my moral compass.Through the gap in the doorway, I could see Ben sitting at the head of a rectangular table, surrounded by five other students from our Advanced Pack Politics seminar. His dark hair was slightly mussed, like he'd been running his hands through it—a nervous habit I remembered from our childhood."—can't believe Professor Martinez assigned that reading on pack hierarchy reformation," Marcus Webb was saying as he closed his textbook with obvious relief. "Fifty pages of

POV: Ben ArcherDon Pedro found me in the weight room at 6 AM, which should have been my first warning that something was up."Ben, my friend," he said, settling onto a bench while I finished my set of deadlifts. "We need to talk."I racked the bar and grabbed my towel. "About what?""About the fact that you've been moping around this school like a kicked puppy for two years.""I don't mope.""You absolutely mope. You also brood, pine, and occasionally stare wistfully across the dining hall during meals." Don's voice carried that diplomatic tone he used when he was about to meddle in someone's personal life. "It's becoming a public health concern."I took a long drink from my water bottle, stalling while I figured out how to deflect whatever intervention Don had planned. "I have no idea what you're talking about.""Bea Sharpe."The name hit like a punch to the gut. I'd been doing better lately, keeping my thoughts away from memories of summer camps and midnight conversations and the w

POV: Mercutio EscalusThe vodka burned going down, which meant it was working.I sat on the roof of Westridge Hall at 2 AM with a bottle I'd stolen from the senior lounge, watching the stars spin overhead while I tried to convince myself that everything was fine. Totally fine. Absolutely, perfectly, magnificently fine.The fact that I was drunk on a Tuesday night meant nothing. The fact that I'd skipped three classes this week meant nothing. The fact that my best friend was sneaking around with a girl whose family wanted him dead meant absolutely nothing at all."You're spiraling," I told the stars. "But in a fun way. A whimsical, devil-may-care kind of spiral that's very on brand."The stars didn't respond, which was probably for the best since talking to celestial bodies would suggest I'd crossed from entertainingly reckless into genuinely concerning.My phone buzzed with a text from Ronan: Where are you? We were supposed to study for Pack Law.I typed back: Busy ascending to a hig

POV: Mercutio EscalusThe text came three days later while I was trying to study for a Pack Law exam I definitely hadn't prepared for.Unknown number: Greenhouse. Midnight. If you care about your friend, come alone.My first instinct was to delete it. My second was to show it to Ronan. My third, which I unfortunately followed, was to go see what mystery person wanted to discuss at midnight in the place where Ronan and Juliana had their secret meetings.I arrived early and hid behind some potted ferns, watching as Tybalt Capulet appeared exactly at midnight. He wasn't alone. Three other Capulet students flanked him, all looking like they'd dressed for violence instead of conversation."I know you're here, Escalus," Tybalt called out. "I can smell your fear from across the greenhouse."I stepped out from my hiding spot with more confidence than I felt. "Dramatic much? The midnight meeting, the ominous text message. Very film noir.""You think this is funny?""I think everything's funny