I wasn’t sure when I had last gotten a full night’s sleep.I thought the nightmare I had on Friday night was a one and done thing, but I was wrong. What was supposed to be a restful weekend full of nights of proper sleep and relaxation became two to three hours of sleep plagued with nightmares that had me jolting awake before I could even relax in my bed, and because of that, by the time I dragged myself into class Monday morning, exhaustion was clinging to me like a second skin.My body felt sluggish, my thoughts sluggish, and every sound around me was just a little too sharp, a little too grating. The spot where my mark was throbbed and felt like every time my eyes drifted shut, even the slightest bit, I was transported back to that night when Marcus’s fangs slid into my neck.Morgan must have noticed my state because she slid a warm cup into my hands as soon as I slumped into my seat. “You look dead.”I huffed a quiet laugh, curling my fingers around the cup. It smelled like chamom
Irrationality seemed to be my default setting when it came to Lenora.Because that was the only way I could explain the way I’d reacted to her mark on Friday.No matter how much I tried to shut the thoughts out, they crawled back in the moment my eyes drifted shut. Her mark—the faded bite and the strange insignia in the crook of her neck—seared itself into my mind like an unanswered question.She had a mate. Or at least, she had one. That mark wouldn’t have faded like that unless—My wolf bristled. A low, simmering agitation spread through my chest, coiling tight beneath my ribs. For whatever reason, I hoped whatever she had with him was long over.I exhaled sharply and forced my attention back to my work, but the words on the page blurred together, meaningless against the tide of my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept circling back to her.Who was he? Was he still in the picture? Had she left because of him? Or worse—was he the one looking for her?A sharp bit
I swallowed, pushing down the flood of emotions rising in my throat. “Sophie,” I echoed, my voice quieter. She hesitated, shifting on her feet, before meeting my eyes with steely determination. “Can we talk?” Luka’s gaze flickered between us, his jaw tightening like he wanted to say something—particularly to me—but after a long pause, he exhaled sharply. “I’ll give you two some space.” His tone was gruff, but I caught the way he squeezed Sophie’s shoulder as he passed her, a silent reassurance. The door opened, then slammed shut. Then it was just the two of us. I took a step forward, scanning her up and down. “Are you okay?” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “I’m fine.” She didn’t meet my eyes. “You don’t look fine.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Did something happen?” My gaze raked over her, searching for any signs of injury. She was hiding something. I could feel it. She didn’t say anything at first, her head down, her long hair falling over her face.
As I dismissed my last class for the day, I leaned against my desk, exhaling slowly. My thoughts drifted back to my conversation with Sophie.I wondered if she actually took my advice and spoke to Elijah. It didn’t take being a priestess or being able to see visions to know that he deeply cared about her, I saw the look in his eyes when his father had promised to punish her and I’d heard the desperation in his voice when he offered to take her punishment on himself.Her avoiding him hurt him as much as it hurt her and as much as I liked to feign indifference when it came to Elijah, seeing the pain in his eyes when I mentioned his sister wasn’t at all enjoyable. I let out a sigh at my own tendency to meddle in things that weren’t even my own business then pulled out my phone, shooting a quick text to Morgan.Lenora: Can’t meet up tonight. Have a tutoring session with Elijah.Her response was almost immediate.Morgan: You mean another attempt at cramming knowledge into a very disintere
After our meal, Sophie waved goodbye and left the cafeteria, heading back to her apartment. I remained seated, left to stew over everything she had just revealed. Which, in reality, wasn’t much. She had a mate—Cameron. An omega. That alone was enough to make her father furious, but there was more to it than just Victor’s hatred of weaker ranks. From what I recalled of the screaming match I’d walked in on, Sophie and Cameron had a plan. Something they had attempted and failed. And from what Victor had said at the dining table that night, their failure had led to Elijah taking her punishment for her. I drummed my fingers against the table, absently sipping from the can of soda in front of me, my brows creased in thought. Whatever their plan had been, it had required going directly against Victor. What would drive a child to rebel against their father so drastically? My mind spun with possibilities, each theory more improbable than the last. I wished I had pressed Sophie for more
The Dean’s voice droned on, a low, monotonous hum that barely registered in my mind.I sat across from him, hands folded neatly in my lap, nodding at all the right moments, offering polite, practiced smiles. But my thoughts were elsewhere—drifting, slipping away from the conversation entirely.Elijah.He hadn’t been in class today.Sure, I’d expected it, after all he already informed me the day before that he’d be beginning his training today, but it’d been somewhat jarring to step into that lecture and glance at his chair only to find it empty. On one hand it meant that I didn’t have to deal with his subtle pestering and flirtations while attempting to teach, but on the other hand, I felt somewhat lonely with the feel of his piercing gaze on my back the entire time. I probably shouldn’t let myself think too hard about the whole situation, but for once, I shoved my inhibitions aside and let myself be worried.He had said he was beginning his succession training, but what did that ev
When I returned to my apartment after my study session with Lenora, Izaak was already there, waiting.Luka had packed up everything we would need for the trip, but the tension in the living room was unbearable. He sat stiffly on the couch, hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. Whatever had been said before I walked in, it hadn’t been pleasant.I didn’t need to ask.I ignored the charged silence, heading straight to my room to wash up. A hot shower did little to loosen the knots in my muscles, but I forced myself into a sweatshirt and sweatpants before heading out. Izaak and Luka followed without a word.The ride was quiet. I kept my gaze fixed on the passing trees, watching as Lupine Moon University faded in the distance—further from campus, further from Lenora. Further from the one place where, for a fleeting moment, I could pretend I had control over my own life.My fingers curled into fists before I forced them to relax. A useless habit, one I barely registered anymore.I could
The workstations stretched across a vast, open field at the outskirts of the pack, a series of metal warehouses lined up in perfect rows. From the outside, they looked pristine—cold, industrial, their steel walls gleaming beneath the sun. To an outsider, it might seem orderly, efficient. A controlled system.But stepping inside was like entering another world entirely.The stench hit me first—a pungent mix of sweat, rot, and something metallic that lingered in the air. Blood. Feces. Maybe both.The interior was cramped, overcrowded with hunched, exhausted bodies moving sluggishly but unrelentingly. The floors were caked with grime, littered with discarded food crumbs and fabric scraps. Dirty clothes hung from rusted nails in the walls, the air thick with the suffocating heat of too many bodies packed together.Omegas.Men, women, children. Some barely older than ten, their small hands raw from hours of labor. Their clothes were tattered, hanging off their frail bodies like loose skin,
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