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Myron I stood outside that damn infirmary door like someone had ripped open my ribs and shoved a fist inside. The door clicked shut right in my face, soft but brutal, and for a second I just stared at it, unable to move, unable to breathe.She had asked for alone time.With him.It shouldn’t have surprised me, not really. Timothy had always been the easier option. The safer one. The one who didn’t come with a prophecy, a curse, a bloodline drenched in violence. But knowing all that didn’t stop the low burn rising inside my chest, something fierce and ugly and terrified.I moved away from the door before I broke it with my bare hands.The hallway outside the infirmary was too bright, too quiet, the scent of disinfectant scraping against my nerves. I dragged a hand through my hair and paced, every step echoing with the sound of something I didn’t want to name. I pressed my back to the wall, then pushed off again, unable to stay still. My wolf snarled inside me, restless and close to th

Nalini Morning came too quickly. My wolf still felt sore, like her spirit had been stretched thin by all the conflicting emotions. I pushed through my chores, dressed for school, and stepped outside. Myron was there, waiting in his car. The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the tinted glass of hi car as he drove, one hand steady on the wheel and the other resting near the gear. I watched the blur of trees and houses rush past us in silence, trying my best to swallow the knot that had formed in my throat sometime between getting dressed and stepping outside. He didn’t speak for most of the ride. Myron never filled silence just because it was there; he always let it sit, thick or thin, warm or cold. Today, it felt strangely comforting—like he knew I didn’t want to talk but also didn’t want to be alone. When Silvermist Academy’s gates came into view, his fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel. A small, almost reluctant sound. “We’re here,” he said, his voic

NaliniBy the time the instructors dismissed us from training, my nerves felt scraped raw. The boys had been pulled apart by five warriors, but the echoes of their snarls still rang in my ears long after the gym emptied. I didn’t wait for either of them. I didn’t look back. I practically fled.I couldn’t let either Myron or Timothy walk beside me. I couldn’t bear the weight of their eyes — one burning, one wounded — or the way everyone stared at us like we were some dangerous prophecy waiting to unfold. I kept my head down, ignored the whispering, and hurried straight to the omega dorms.Maxine tried to catch me on the path, but one look at my trembling hands and she pressed her lips together and let me go. Bless her.I collapsed on my bunk the moment I reached my room. My body felt heavy, but my mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Myron’s furious snarl. Then Timothy’s bloodshot glare. The sound of bone hitting bone. The sickening thud of bodies slamming into the

Nalini The door of the observation room shut behind us with a heavy metallic thud, cutting off the clipped voices of the committee in an instant. For a second, the silence in the hallway pressed against my ears, thick and heavy, the kind that made my heartbeat sound too loud inside my chest. I let out a shaky breath I didn’t even realize I was holding and rubbed my palm down my thigh, trying to erase the clamminess.Myron stood on my left. Timothy on my right.Both too close.Both too quiet.Both radiating emotions I could feel even without trying.We didn’t move. None of us did. It felt like we were suspended in the aftermath of something that shouldn’t have happened—something we all contributed to without meaning to.Myron exhaled sharply first, tipping his head against the wall with a frustrated growl under his breath. “That was complete trash,” he muttered, jaw clenching hard enough that the muscle twitched. “They acted like we tried to kill each other on purpose.”“They didn’t h

Nalini By the fourth day after the committee meeting, the academy felt almost normal again—at least on the surface. The stares weren’t as sharp anymore, the whispers weren’t as loud, and the older students had found new drama to obsess over. Still, whenever I walked through the hallways, I felt the quiet shift of attention in my direction, like heat rippling off a surface.People weren’t talking about the incident anymore, not outright. But I knew they remembered. They always remember.I tightened my grip on the strap of my bag as I entered Integrated Combat Theory, one of the few classes where all the departments mixed—mages, warriors, trackers, defensive strategists. The hall buzzed with energy. Students spoke over each other, chairs scraped against the polished stone floor, and the faint scent of chalk mixed with mana residue hung in the air.At least here, it wasn’t all eyes on me.Professor Halden swept into the room like a gust of wind wrapped in robes—tall, grey-bearded, with