“Elijah,” she called, her voice sugary sweet, her smile so wide I almost expected it to stretch too far. Her eyes flickered to Luka for a fraction of a second before they locked back on me, completely dismissing him. It was as if he were invisible. Luka scoffed and walked off, muttering something under his breath that sounded like, “Good luck,” but it was clear he didn’t need to stick around for this. I didn’t blame him. She stopped just a few feet from me, the space between us suddenly feeling too small, too heavy. Before I could even open my mouth, she leaned forward. Her arms slid around my neck, and her body pressed against mine with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. I stiffened instinctively, confusion mixing with an unsettling sense of repulsion I couldn’t shake. It wasn’t disgust, not exactly, but it was the last thing I wanted—her. Not now. Not anymore. When she pulled back to look at me, she tried to close the gap again, her lips parting, but I leaned back, instin
The library was eerily quiet at this hour, the dim glow of overhead lamps casting elongated shadows across the wooden tables. It was the perfect setting for an undisturbed study session—isolated, structured, predictable.Which was why Elijah North did not belong here.He sprawled in his chair like he had nowhere better to be, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other drumming absentmindedly against the wooden table.Dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt and loose sweatpants, his tousled hair fell over his golden eyes, his demeanor relaxed. And yet, his gaze was fixed on me.It was just the two of us in the library. The librarian had handed me the keys before she left, droning on about making sure nothing was damaged and reminding me to lock up when I was done.I had been surprised to find Elijah already waiting when I arrived. I might’ve thought it was his enthusiasm for learning finally shining through, but the mischievous glint in his eyes when I approached with a stack of
After double checking to make sure the doors were properly locked, I packed up my things and made my way back to my apartment. It was as dark as you’d expect it to be at 9pm. The streets were only dimly lit by the streetlights hanging overhead and barely anyone was out and about except a few people walking their dogs or the occasional car speeding past. Maybe I would have found the combination of all of these things scary if my mind wasn’t in a whole other place entirely, a place it probably shouldn’t be—back in the library with Elijah leaning forward to grab my hand. I tried to shake off the memory by visibly shaking my head as if that could dislodge it—anyone who walked past me right at that moment would probably think I was crazy—but not matter what I did, I could still feel the warmth of his hand against mine. The tantalising sparks, the smoothness of his skin when he cradled my palm in his and I could remeber the temptation I felt… the temptation to beg him to let his arms tr
But… I did end up having to leave that spot when fatigue made my figure hunch over, and the image of my darkened living room started to blur as sleep slowly took over my vision.Still, I took slow, cautious steps back to my room, checking every corner as I went. I had almost convinced myself that I’d simply forgotten to lock the door and that the feeling of my home being invaded was just paranoia. But at the same time, every muscle in my body remained coiled with anticipation and fear.The slightest noise—a creak of the floorboards, the faintest shift of air—had me jolting upright, fingers twitching toward the knife that now had a permanent place on my bedside table.It was almost funny. I hadn’t been this jumpy since I left Shadow Gulf. Back in my home pack, I had lived in a constant state of tension, flinching at the smallest movement, jolting at the sound of approaching footsteps.It was how you learned to survive when raised hands were always poised to strike.Since moving to Lupi
“Of course,” Elijah murmured to himself when we were forced to stop at a red light.My eyes unconsciously trailed over to him as his muscles flexed and bunched when he maneuvered the gear shift, then lifted a hand to run it through his hair. Unruly dark strands fell over golden eyes that darted in my direction—like he could feel my stare—and then crinkled when he realized he’d caught me staring for what might have been the fifteenth time in what was supposed to be a short drive.My eyes narrowed at the thought. This was supposed to be a short drive.“Somehow, the drive there seems a lot longer than when I’m walking,” I said pointedly.He grinned, utterly shameless. “Strange, isn’t it?”I should have been more irritated that he was deliberately delaying our arrival at school, but something about the thought of spending more time with him didn’t seem so thoroughly unpleasant—even though I wanted to convince myself that it was.“You never did answer my question, Professor. How come you’r
Without really thinking, I followed the sound down the hallway, my pulse picking up when it became clearer—so soft and broken that it made something tighten in my chest.A few more steps forward, and then I rounded the corner and froze.Sophie North was curled into herself, sobbing into her palms, trembling with the force of her cries.I stood there for a moment, lips parted as concern and the urge to just turn around and mind my business warred within me.On one hand, I couldn’t bring myself to ignore her—the image of her terrified face at dinner nearly a week ago still haunted me. It was clear that Sophie North was a very, very sad girl, and there was something about her that reminded me of… well, me. And that alone compelled me to take a small step forward, lips parting to call her name.But something stopped me.On the other hand, she was Victor North’s daughter, and showing concern probably meant weaving myself even deeper into her family’s complicated dynamics.I was already for
Sophie wasn’t answering my calls. I rubbed a hand over my mouth, staring at my phone—the string of unanswered texts, each one marked as seen. Leave it, I told myself. Give her time. She’ll call you back. Before the thought even settled, I was already pressing the call button again. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Four— The line went dead. Cursing under my breath, I hung my head, squeezing my eyes shut. Sophie and I hadn’t spoken since the night she broke down at home. Not because I hadn’t tried, but because she didn’t want to. She avoided me at school, ignored my calls, and even when I went to her apartment, she wouldn’t let me in. I spent hours knocking, pleading, trying to get through to her, but nothing. Hell, that was why I was late to school that day—why I ran into Lenora. I’d been outside Sophie’s door for hours, hoping she’d cave. But she didn’t. And since she lived alone and had no friends, I had no one to call to check on her. Cameron was an option,
I was late.By the time I walked into the library where our session was supposed to take place, the sun had set, casting long shadows through the tall windows, and I was already thirty minutes behind schedule.The library was mostly empty, much like last time, the only lights on were the ones near where Lenora sat, hunched over a spread of textbooks and papers. Her brows were creased in concentration as she absorbed the contents in front of her, unaware of my presence.I stood still for a moment, watching her. The smooth curve of her shoulders, the way her hair spilled over them, unbound and soft in the dim lighting. The way she absentmindedly tapped her pen against the wooden table, her lips caught between her teeth as she shifted in her seat.Every gesture, every movement, insignificant as it was, held my attention.Luka’s voice echoed in my head. Leave it in the past.I wished I could. But it was like the moment I was anywhere near her, my own convictions melted into nothing.She w
The dress clung to me like a second skin—dark green, satin, soft beneath my fingers as I smoothed it down for what had to be the fiftieth time. It matched my eyes a little too well.My hair was swept up into an elaborate twist that had taken me thirty minutes and a pair of aching biceps to perfect. My makeup was done exactly how I liked it—how Jessie had taught me to do it. The dress covered the crook of my neck, at the same time, covering the mark there, and the back was high enough to keep my scars covered.I looked… pretty. Really pretty, actually. The kind of pretty that once might’ve made me feel powerful.But all I felt was dread.It had draped itself over my shoulders all day, this slow, smothering dread. I’d spent the hours pacing my apartment, waiting for something—anything—to shatter the quiet. For a hand to twist the doorknob, for a shadow to pass across the window, for someone to finally come and slit my throat.Maybe I should’ve taken Morgan up on her offer and stayed at
The library was quiet, dim with late-afternoon light filtering through the stained glass windows. I made my way to the back shelves, searching for a specific book I’d used earlier in the semester. My fingers skimmed across spines until I found it—too high on the shelf to reach. I stood on my toes, stretched as far as I could, fingertips just brushing the edge of the spine— A body moved behind me. Close. Too close. Before I could react, an arm reached over my head and plucked the book from the shelf like it weighed nothing. “Here you go.” I froze. My breath hitched, heart leaping into my throat. My body tensed, instinct screaming danger. For a split second, I imagined a hand clamping over my mouth, dragging me away—no sound, no struggle, just vanishing. But then I caught the scent. Apples. Spice. Earthy undertones. Elijah. A tremor ran through me, and I let out a slow, shuddering breath, slumping slightly against the shelf. “Lenora?” His voice was soft, concerned. “Are you ok
“We didn’t notice anyone unfamiliar coming into the apartment building at all,” Gerald said. He lifted his shoulders a little higher and addressed the Pack enforcer before him. “I always make sure to confirm every unfamiliar person’s identity before they even come in.” “I see,” the enforcer replied, scribbling something into the tiny notepad he’d been carrying around all day. Gerald shot me a pitying look. “I’m so sorry, dear. This kind of thing has never happened around here before.” I gave him a tight smile. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault.” No, it was mine—for waving away the past few instances where I’d felt like someone had been in my home as nothing more than paranoia. The enforcer stepped aside to take what seemed like a phone call, leaving me to assure Gerald that I didn’t blame him or the building’s management for the break-in. When the enforcer returned, the other one—who’d been questioning my neighbors—came with him. One look at his face told me everything. They’d fou
Connor was asleep when Sophie came barrelling into the shack.“Connor! Connor!” she yelled, Luka coming in behind her.I turned to tell her to lower her voice, but Connor’s eyes were already fluttering open. They immediately locked on Sophie and, almost automatically, he sat up and reached for her.Sophie threw herself on him, burying her face in his neck, sobbing and shakily muttering a string of apologies and questions about his well-being. Connor kept his arms tightly wrapped around her, his face calmer than I’d ever seen it. He responded softly, stroking her back and rocking her from side to side until her shaking and sputtering subsided into careful, intimate quiet.Her hands cradled his face, touching him like she couldn’t quite believe he was real. Connor was no different—his slender fingers stroked her cheek and gently tucked her hair away as he peppered kisses wherever his lips could reach.I looked away, feeling like I was intruding on something private. Mates were always li
Luka was right. What existed between Elijah and I wasn’t safe, and I’d almost forgotten that—with the hand holding, him carrying me, the touches that were purely reflexive. Hell, half of our physical contact was reflexive. I had no idea I was doing it until I already was. It was like I’d completely abandoned my resolve to steel myself against Elijah, letting everything I was feeling—trying not to feel—shine through once more. I needed to put a stop to that. I uncorked the vial of potion and downed it in one hasty gulp. The burn and bitterness made my tongue feel heavy, but I was used to it by now. I relaxed into the feeling of my mind emptying once more. My wolf had been persistent against the borders of my mind the entirety of yesterday morning—it only retreated after I’d used my ability, forcing it to shrivel back from exhaustion. I’d almost lost my mind this morning when I woke up to the damn thing yapping and snapping in my head. Today marked the first day of the weeklong ev
“Elijah…” the scrawny blond man spoke, his voice soft and raspy like it hadn’t been used in a long time.By the time I was done rolling my pants down and slipping on my boots, I turned to look at Elijah, a question at the tip of my tongue—but he was already watching me, reaching for me, dragging me away.“Elijah!” I yelped, stumbling after him.He paused, then turned back to the man I’d pegged as ‘Connor.’ “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”“Elijah…” Connor wheezed again, shoulders slumping like they couldn’t hold his weight anymore.That’s when I saw it—the tortured look on Elijah’s face—and it hit me hard, right across the chest.“Wait! Isn’t he Sophie’s—” I hissed, but Elijah cut me off, tugging me closer and staring down at me with wide eyes.“You… know?” His grip tightened slightly, and I saw it then—the flicker of fear in his gaze.A small part of me ached at how fast suspicion had come, but a bigger part of me understood. So I softened my voice and held his eyes. “I know because
I liked holding Lenora’s hand.Her palm was warm and a little smaller than mine, but it was firm, smooth, and it fit perfectly into the curve of my own. Like we were meant to always be that way.“Where are you taking me?” she asked as we stepped out through the mansion’s back door.I turned to face her. Already, she looked less suffocated than she had indoors. The morning sun fell softly across her face, and I couldn’t help but drink in the sight of her—surrounded by trees and bathed in golden light.She was wearing a green turtleneck sweater that matched the exact hue of her eyes, and black tights that clung to her smooth, shapely thighs. Her boots came up to her knees, sleek and practical. Her hair was pulled back in one of her usual, smooth, controlled buns—but nothing about her today looked particularly controlled.I kept thinking about the look in her eyes back inside—raw frustration and despair flashing across her face as she argued with Izaak. I’d only caught the end of it, jus
I sat on the cold marble floor, arms wrapped tightly around my knees, eyes fixed on nothing. I wasn’t crying, but somehow, it felt worse. At least tears would have brought some relief. Instead, there was just this… hollowness. A gaping space inside me where hope should have been.Part of me wanted to get up. March back into that room and demand that Victor take me to Jessie. Shake the smugness out of his bones, claw at the door if I had to. But I couldn’t. I’d probably just end up gagged and chained in some dungeon until he decided I was useful again. My only hope now was helping him more so he could keep up his end of the deal. A feeling of despair pressed against my chest. But at that there was a high likelihood that even if I did heal him—fully, completely—he could just keep Jessie locked away forever anyway. I squeezed my eyes shut. What would I even do then?Victor was good—no, a master—at planting seeds of helplessness. And now, I was choking on them. I duh my fingers into my
At first, there was nothing. Just the silence of the room pressing in on me and the heavy weight of two gazes boring into my back. Victor’s curiosity felt sharp, like the tip of a blade resting against the back of my neck, while Adora’s stare was calmer, but no less intense.Unease rippled through me.It had been a while since I’d used my abilities—really used them. Even before I’d forced myself to shut everything down, it had already stopped being second nature. My gift had become something I tiptoed around, something I feared. Now, faced with the rotting wound on Victor’s chest, I couldn’t even remember how to tap into it.Another second passed.Then another.Still nothing. No flicker of heat. No spark. Not even the faintest pulse from deep within me.I swallowed thickly, my chest tightening with panic.Victor wouldn’t give me a second chance.And if he didn’t… Jessie was as good as dead.I clenched my fists, trying to summon something—anything—but my fingers trembled instead.“I’m