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,
A small, pale-blue pill sat in the center of my palm. Smooth. Unassuming. It caught the dim light from my bedside lamp, a soft sheen glinting off its surface. If you didn’t know what it was, you’d think it was harmless—just another supplement, another dose of something ordinary.But Vellum wasn’t ordinary.I rolled it between my fingers, feeling the slight indent where the manufacturer’s symbol was pressed into its surface. The moment it dissolved on my tongue, the effects would start.First, a cooling sensation at the base of my skull. Then, the detachment—like a thread unraveling, separating me from my body, my mind, my emotions. My heart would slow, my limbs would feel weightless, and everything that made me me would drift just far enough away that I wouldn’t have to feel any of it.That was the promise of Vellum. It didn’t erase pain, not exactly. It just made it irrelevant.And before I was set to leave to execute a boy, I made sure to down at least a whole bottle of it.I’d fini
Anjelo was to be beheaded just beyond our pack’s borders. When it was done, his body would be left there for the animals to feast on.This bothered me—but not enough that I felt it, not enough that it showed. It was like I was outside myself, watching everything unfold from a distance. Detached. Removed. And honestly, I didn’t mind. Hiding back here, in this numb, unreachable place, was easier than facing what was happening.By the time I arrived with Izaak, a crowd had already gathered. News had spread, worming its way into every corner of the pack, dragging people out of their homes, their jobs, their routines, just to see a boy die.I recognized more faces than I wanted to. Warriors, enforcers, elders—but also students. People from the university. A few professors, even. The sight of them made my stomach tighten.They shouldn’t be here.My gaze swept the crowd instinctively, searching without meaning to. Looking for her.No sign of Lenora.At that, a breath I hadn’t realized I was
He took a step forward, shoes crunching against the dry grass and then… his fist met my face. I stumbled back, the full force of an Alpha’s blow wasn’t someone anyone could stand least of all me in my intoxicated state. I rubbed a hand over my jaw, I was half sure it was broken and I could taste a metallic tang of blood in my mouth—the only reason I wasn’t sure if my jaw was broken was because I was numb somewhat, pain didn’t make sense and I could barely pinpoint the sensations in my own body. “I apologise, Father,” I spoke, not because I was genuinely sorry, but because it was a reflex at this point. I looked up at him when he gave no reply and found him standing a few feet away, staring at me with absolutely no emotion on his face. I struggled to focus on his features, it was like when he’d hit me he shook about the fog that was clouding my thoughts. The world was still thick with Vellum’s haze, dulling the edges of my reality, but not enough, not enough that I couldn’t feel t
The entire school was in chaos.Whispers filled the halls, rippling through every corridor like an unstoppable current. Students huddled in small groups, heads bent close, murmuring in hushed, urgent tones. The energy in the air was restless, charged with something I couldn’t quite name—excitement, fear, maybe both.I noticed it first thing in the morning when I walked in and caught the way people turned toward each other, leaning in as if sharing a secret too heavy to speak aloud. Then again during my classes, where I practically had to raise my voice just to cut through the distraction. Even in the faculty lounge, tucked away in a corner with Morgan, I watched the professors speak in quick, animated bursts, their hands moving wildly as if the words alone weren’t enough.They couldn’t stop talking. And yet, I had no idea what they were talking about.I wouldn’t call myself nosy—I never cared much for gossip, not that I’d ever had anyone to gossip with before Morgan—but there was some
By the time lunch rolled around, I still hadn’t shaken the feeling.I sat in the cafeteria with Morgan, pushing my food around my plate, only half-listening as she talked about something that had happened in her morning class.Around us, the cafeteria was nearly deafening—louder than usual, especially on the students’ side. It was as if Elijah’s presence at school had amplified the gossip, and I still had no idea why.See, I wasn’t usually one to dwell on things, but for some reason, Elijah’s complete and utter dismissal of my presence refused to leave my mind.It shouldn’t have mattered. It was clear that something had happened to him this past week, something that had knocked him completely off his axis. I was the one who had insisted I was nothing but his professor. He didn’t owe me anything.And yet… I was hurt that he hadn’t even looked at me.I was a fool.“Good afternoon, Professor.”I looked up at the sound of Sophie’s voice.She stood with her tray in hand, an awkward smile p
And then, without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of the cafeteria. No one moved. No one spoke. I didn’t realize I had already made my decision until I was already on my feet. Morgan shot me a look, but she didn’t say anything as I grabbed my bag and followed. — “Elijah!” My voice rang through the empty hallway, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he picked up his pace. I hurried after him, weaving past stray students lingering near their lockers, my heartbeat quickening as the distance between us grew. He was fast—too fast. It was like he didn’t even hear me, or maybe he just didn’t care. “Elijah, wait!” I nearly tripped as I rounded a corner, my breath coming in short bursts. My pulse pounded in my ears as I caught sight of him again, but then— He was gone. I skidded to a stop, scanning the empty corridor. Silence pressed down around me, thick and suffocating. For a moment, I thought I’d lost him completely. And then I felt it—something subtle, a
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