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NOVAShe did not sleep.She lay on her bunk and stared at the ceiling and listened to Caden breathing across the room. That slow even rhythm of someone who had apparently made peace with everything that happened tonight and was resting cleanly on the other side of it.She had not made peace with anything.She pressed her fingers against her sternum and ran through it all again. The hidden office. The file burning. Her real name in his mouth. His hands at his sides, completely still, while she held a blade to his throat. The specific look on his face when he said I'd rather hear it from you.She did not know what to do with any of it.She knew what her wolf wanted. Her wolf had a list and had been working through it since the courtyard on day one, and the closer Caden got to her in every way that mattered, the louder and more specific the list became.But the list was not the plan.The plan was graduation. Her mother's hands are going cold. Seven men in a training yard and a hand waved

NOVAThe open air helped.That was the first thing she noticed when Caden walked her out to the east training ground before the morning session began. Away from the compromised ventilation of the east dorm, her mask reasserted itself, pulling back to its normal strength. She breathed in the cold highland air and felt her wolf settle from the agitated pressing of the previous hour into something more manageable.Caden walked beside her. Not close enough to draw attention. Just present in the way he was always present, that warm, steady heat she had catalogued without meaning to."Better?" he said."Yes." She rolled her shoulder. "The open air is helping."He nodded. Said nothing else. They crossed the quad toward the ground, and she focused on breathing evenly and thinking about the training session and not about what had happened in the hidden office the previous night, which she had been doing with inconsistent success since approximately three in the morning.The ground was filling

CADENHe had kissed her once before.She'd been barely conscious, the kiss lasting only seconds before sleep claimed her, and he'd sat in that chair by her window for the rest of the night, with the weight of what those seconds had done to him and no idea whatsoever what to do about it.It was nothing like that.She kissed him back, as a woman who had made up her mind and was not going to alter it. Her hands left his shirt for his jaw, and she pulled him down, and he went, one knee on the cold floor next to the chair, and the cautious distance he'd kept between them for weeks broke down entirely.He made a sound against her mouth he hadn't meant to make.She responded to it. Pressed closer. Her fingers moved into his hair, and he felt his control, which he had spent sixteen years building into something reliable, start to come apart at the seams.The bond opened between them.Not the way it had on freshman night, sudden and one-sided and gone before he could hold it. This time it came

NOVACentral Square held every year of the academy plus the full senior staff.She knew before she reached the square that something significant had happened. The quality of the movement around her was wrong, sixty wolves all orienting toward the same point with a specific urgency that had nothing to do with a scheduled assembly. She fell into step with the current and came through the arch and took her place in the formation.Headmaster Drax stood at the centre.Beside him, a man she did not recognise. Older. The bearing of a pack Alpha, broad through the shoulders, the kind of stillness that came from years of holding authority. His face had that specific tight blankness of someone containing something personal behind professional composure.Drax looked across the square."Last night," he said, "a young woman named Mira disappeared in the Blackveil district. Evidence points to an establishment called The Hollow." He paused. The square was completely silent. "There is a seventy-two-h

NOVAShe had forty seconds. Maybe less.She moved through the interior the way she moved through every space that required her to belong in it without being invited. Not running. The specific efficient walk of someone who had a destination and the authority to reach it. Past the main floor with its amber light and careful noise. Past the side corridor and through the second door and down the stairs she had run through in her memory so many times during the planning that she could have navigated them blind.The air changed as she descended. Cooler. Quieter. The heavy artificial scent of the main floor faded and was replaced by something she did not name and did not let herself feel yet, because feeling it would slow her down and she could not afford to be slowed down.She needed to be fast and clean and entirely present.The corridor at the bottom ran left to right, stone-walled, with three doors on the right side. She went to the third door, the one Caden's layout had marked in red as