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Hangover

Donald's POVI woke up with a headache that felt like someone was drilling straight through my skull.My mouth was dry. My head was spinning. And for a second, I couldn’t even remember where I was.Then it all came back.Xenia.The fight.The alcohol.The confession.I groaned and rolled onto my side on the couch. Big mistake. The room tilted and I had to shut my eyes again.“Great,” I muttered. “Just great.”I heard movement in the kitchen. The sound of a cup being set down. Calm footsteps. Not rushed.That meant only one thing.Xenia was awake.I pushed myself up slowly and sat there, elbows on my knees, rubbing my face. I could still smell alcohol on my clothes and I hated that. Hated how weak it made me feel.“Get up,” Xenia said from the kitchen. Her voice was cool. Controlled.I flinched.“I’m up,” I said, louder than I meant to.She stepped into the living room, holding a mug. She looked perfect. Hair neat. Clothes clean. Like she’d slept just fine while I was drowning.She loo

Back to Reality

Griffin’s POVSchool felt wrong the moment I stepped onto campus.Not dangerous. Not hostile. Just… off.The courtyard was loud like always. Lockers slamming. People laughing too hard. Someone yelling about an exam they didn’t study for. Normal stuff. But my wolf was restless under my skin, pacing like it didn’t trust any of it. “Is something going on that I don't know about?” I muttered to myself as I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and kept walking.“Griffin!”I turned and saw Marcus jogging toward me, hair still damp like he’d just rushed out of the showers. He looked relieved when he saw me, which told me everything.“Thought you weren’t coming,” he said.“I thought about skipping,” I replied.He snorted. “Figures. After what happened?”I stopped walking. “What happened?”Marcus slowed too, then glanced around like the ground might be listening. “You seriously don’t know?”That set my wolf off. I didn't like surprises or bad news. Whatever he was going to say had bett

Keeper

Ryker's POVI hated mornings at school.Not because of classes. Not because of people. It was that low hum under my skin. The sense that something was shifting, something I couldn’t name yet. And it felt like I was standing on the edge of it, waiting for it to tip.I stood by my locker, flipping through a book I wasn’t really reading. Marcus came up beside me, hands in his pockets, casual but aware of the tension radiating from me.“You look like crap,” he said.“Good morning to you too,” I replied.He leaned on the locker next to mine. “No, seriously. You look like you haven’t slept.”“I slept,” I said. “Didn’t rest.”“That makes no sense.”“It does if you’re a Keeper,” I said.Marcus snorted. “Ancient bloodline problems. Must be exhausting.”I shrugged. “Ever get the feeling everyone’s standing on thin ice and they don’t even hear it cracking?”“That dramatic, huh?”“Yes.”We walked down the hallway, stepping around groups of students. Laughter, gossip, announcements about finals, p

Old Magic

Ryker’s POVI don’t sleep much anymore.Not because I’m busy. Not because of patrols or Keeper work stacking up. People assume that’s the reason, and maybe it’s easier for them to think so. But it’s not that. It’s the silence. When you grow up a Keeper, you learn early that silence isn’t peaceful. Silence means something is hidden. And right now… everything is too quiet. And I didn't like it. I had never been a fan of calms before a storm and now, it looked like a huge one was coming. The library has been sealed since the attack. That alone is a problem.I stand in the east wing of the archive with my hands shoved deep in my coat pockets, staring at the door like it might move first. Stone frame. Old runes carved so deep they feel permanent. A faint glow curls under the cracks, visible only to people like me.It looks normal.That’s how I know it isn’t.“Still pacing?” a voice says behind me.I don’t turn. “Still pretending this is nothing?”Hale steps beside me. Taller. Older. Calm

Plain Sight

Xenia’s POVGriffin doesn’t look at me anymore.Not even accidentally.There was a time when it felt automatic, like he sensed me before he saw me. A glance that lingered too long. A pause where he registered my presence even if he pretended not to care. Now there’s nothing. I could stand right in front of him and he’d walk past like I’m part of the wall.That’s new.And it irritates me more than it should.I lean against the hallway window and watch him cross the courtyard with Lena. He walks close to her, close enough that his shoulder almost brushes hers, like the space between them doesn’t exist anymore. His posture is easy. Relaxed. Griffin never relaxes unless he thinks he’s safe.She makes him feel that way.Not because she’s better. Not because she earned it. Something else chose her first, and people hate admitting that part. They like neat explanations. They like believing affection and power are fair things.They’re not.I turn away before anyone notices me watching. Timing

Things He Wouldn’t Say

Lena’s POVI didn’t plan to confront my father that morning.It just… happened.I was already tense when I woke up. That weird tight feeling in my chest wouldn’t leave, like something unfinished was sitting right there, waiting for me to notice it. Griffin was already gone for patrol, Ryker had sent me a short message saying he’d be busy all day, and suddenly the house felt too quiet.That’s when I remembered my father.How he’d spoken at the council meeting.How calm he’d been.Too calm.I found him in his study. Same place he always hid when he didn’t want to deal with people. Books stacked everywhere. Old papers. The window cracked open even though it was cold.He looked up when I stepped in.“Oh,” he said, surprised. “You’re up early.”“So are you,” I replied.He nodded and went back to the document in his hands. Didn’t invite me in. Didn’t tell me to leave either.That was the first sign.I closed the door behind me. “We need to talk.”His shoulders stiffened just a little. Barel

The Dream

Lena’s POVI didn’t fall asleep.At least, it didn’t feel like sleep.One second I was lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiny cracks in the paint like I always do when my thoughts won’t shut up. The next second, the world tilted. Not slowly. Not gently. It was like someone grabbed me and yanked.I sucked in a sharp breath.And I was standing on cold stone.Barefoot.I looked down first. That was my mistake. The floor was smooth and gray, stretching too far in every direction. No walls. No doors. Just space. My toes curled automatically, like I could grip the stone and ground myself.The air felt heavy. Thick. Like breathing through fog.I lifted my head.The sky wasn’t really a sky. It was dark, but not night-dark. More like pressure-dark. Like something big was sitting on it. The moon hung right in the middle, full and bright, but it didn’t glow the way it always had before.It watched.That was the only way I could describe it.“Hello?” I called out.My voice ech

Closed Doors

Griffin’s POVWhen the council asks for a private word, it’s never private.It just means there won’t be witnesses.The message reaches me right after morning training. A runner finds me near the east field, chest still heaving, sweat cooling against my skin, wolf pacing restlessly under everything else. He doesn’t meet my eyes when he delivers it.“Council summons,” he says. “Now.”Like he’s telling me the time.I nod once. “Tell them I’m coming.”He leaves fast. Smart.I stay where I am for a moment, hands on my knees, breathing through the edge still buzzing in my muscles. My wolf doesn’t like the word summons. He never has. Neither do I. It always means someone thinks they have the right to pull my leash.Across the field, Ryker catches my eye. He doesn’t ask anything. Doesn’t wave. Just tips his chin slightly. Careful.I straighten and head toward the council hall alone.The doors are already open when I arrive.That’s the first thing that feels wrong.Inside, the room feels smal

Eyes Open

Lena’s POVThe announcement comes during second period.Not whispered. Not private.Over the intercom.That’s how I know it’s a setup.The bell hasn’t even stopped ringing when the speaker crackles and the head administrator’s voice fills the room.“Attention, students and staff. By order of the council, a ceremonial gathering will be held this afternoon in the main quad. Attendance is mandatory. Luna Lena is required to be present.”The room goes dead quiet.Every head turns.Every. Single. One.I feel it in my spine first. That slow, cold slide of awareness. Like something just clicked into place and I’m standing in the middle of it.Trap.Plain sight.Someone behind me whispers, “Did she say Luna Lena?”Another voice, softer, scared. “I thought that was just a rumor.”I don’t move.I keep my eyes on my notebook like I didn’t just get called out in front of a hundred people.My teacher clears his throat. “Alright, let’s… let’s continue.”Yeah. Sure.My phone buzzes under the desk.G

Sharp Truths

Lena’s POVI didn’t go looking for Xenia with so much in my head. That surprised me.I thought, after everything, I’d feel angry. Ready to shout. Ready to accuse her of every twisted thing that had gone wrong around us. But when I saw her standing by the courtyard fountain, phone in hand, laughing softly at something on the screen, all I felt was… calm.Cold calm.Like something inside me had already decided.She looked up and saw me.For half a second, her smile froze.Then it slid back into place, smooth and perfect.“Lena,” she said brightly. “Did you need something?”Her tone was friendly. Open. Like we were just two girls who happened to share the same space and nothing else.I nodded once. “Just wanted to talk.”Her eyes flicked past me, quick. Checking who was around. Students were everywhere. Laughing. Walking to class. A few guards near the steps. Griffin wasn’t here.Good.She gestured to the bench near the fountain. “Sure. Sit?”I sat.She did too, crossing her legs, foldi

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