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June The half of the day passes like it always does, measured in drills, instructions, and the constant awareness that today is not like other days. There is something heavier sitting under everything. A tension that no one says out loud but everyone feels anyway. By the end of today, some recruits will be sent back. No second chances. No long explanations. Just gone. I can see it in the way people move. The way they talk a little less. The way they keep checking the instructors’ faces like answers might appear there if they stare long enough. Misha is one of them. She tries to act like she does not care about anything, like training is just something she is tolerating rather than something she is fighting for. But I see the difference in her today. The way her shoulders stay a little too tight. The way her eyes flick toward the instructors more often than usual. It is not fear exactly. It is pressure. Kylie, of course, notices it too. Kylie always notices everything in the wo
JuneA normal person, when they find out something like this, would react differently.I know that.If someone told them their family existed… that they had people out there who belonged to them… and then in the same breath told them those people were gone, taken in something violent, something final… they would feel something. Grief. Anger. Pain. Something sharp enough to shake them.But I don’t.It settles in my head like a fact. Something I now know. Something I can place somewhere and move past. It does not pull at me. It does not twist anything inside me. It just exists, quiet and unmoving.Maybe that makes me strange.Maybe it doesn’t.This is how I have always been.You don’t miss what you never had. You don’t mourn something that was never part of your life. There is no memory to hold onto, no face to picture, no voice to remember. Just an idea of people who were supposed to matter. But I don't even had an idea about them.And yet… I understand what Caleb was trying to tell me
Caleb Once I am sure I will not run into any trainees still wandering around, I make my way toward June’s dorm. The campus is quiet now, the kind of quiet that only comes after curfew, when everyone knows better than to be out unless they have a reason. I stop in front of her door and knock lightly. For a second, there is nothing. Then I hear movement inside. A soft shuffle, like she is getting up from bed. A moment later, the door opens. She stands there, leaning against the frame, her hair messy in that way that makes it obvious she was lying down not long ago. It falls around her face without care, and for a second, I forget why I am here. “What?” she asks, like she did not just open the door looking like that. “Ain’t you happy to see your boyfriend?” I tease, watching her closely. That gets a reaction. It is small, but I catch it. The slight curl of her lips, the lift of her eyebrow. “Boyfriend, huh?” she says, crossing her arms. “Now we are boyfriend and girlfriend?” My
Caleb Jake’s place is quiet in a way that feels weird now because the twins are always creating havoc around here. But tonight they are at Anastasia’s parents’ place for a sleepover. I lean back against the couch, one arm resting along the back, as Jake tries to resolve a fight between the twins about whom he loves the most. Astrid and Kane called him because somehow they started fighting over him, and each of them is convinced that Jake loves them more. Lucas and I exchange a look, a smile forming on both our faces as we watch our brother struggle through this. Jake has the phone pressed to his ear, his expression caught somewhere between serious Alpha and completely helpless father. “No, I don’t love Astrid more,” he says, his tone firm but patient. Then he pauses, listening, and his brows pull together. “And I don’t love Kane more either.” From the other side, their tiny voices come through loud enough that even I can hear the chaos. It is a mix of half words, half baby sounds
Caleb The instinct hits hard the moment she kisses me back, my wolf surging forward with a force that nearly snaps whatever control I have left. It is not gentle. It is not patient. It is possessive in a way that runs deeper than thought, deeper than reason. Mine. The word echoes through me, sharp and unrelenting, and for a second, it is all I can hear. My hands tighten on her before I force them to loosen, my body pulling back just enough to create space, even though every part of me wants the opposite. I take a breath, slow and controlled, trying to push my wolf back, trying to remind myself where we are. Not here. Not like this. I look at her, at the way she stands there, unaware of the storm she just set off inside me, and something twists in my chest. Because she doesn’t know. That is the hardest part. Seeing her out there, earlier, laughing with Misha, standing among the others like she is just another recruit, unclaimed, untouched by what she actually is to me… it dri
JuneThe next morning, I am back in my dorm like nothing ever happened.Caleb made sure of it.He got me back inside without anyone noticing, moving through the Academy like he owns every shadow and every quiet corner. I did not ask how he does it. I just followed, trusting him without thinking twice.Before leaving, he made one thing clear.We keep this a secret.Until the training program ends.He explained it in a way that made sense, even if I did not care about most of it. If anyone finds out about us now, they will question Jake’s leadership. They will question the fairness of the Academy. They will assume I am getting special treatment.And that is something he will not allow.Once the program ends, once I prove myself through my own strength and ability, then it will not matter. Then no one will have a reason to question anything.I do not care about proving myself.I never have.I know what I am capable of. That has always been enough for me.But it matters to him.And for so
MikhailAtlas and Artemis are the first ones to come, even though I have called them for the meeting in the last.Their hands carry a couple of bags, and the excitement in their eyes says that these are for Rose. Another people add to the ever-growing list of people to spoil my pup with love. Artemis
SophiaAfter breakfast, I decided to visit Elder Merope with the hope that she could help me find answers. Since I had never visited her before, I asked for her address from Mikhail.Initially, Mikhail was not happy that I wanted to visit her place because she lives a little away from the main pack an
MikhailI sit at the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, fingers tangled in my hair.The clock ticks steadily in the background, each second dragging on like an eternity.It’s been over an hour since I felt that faint flicker through the bond.Now? Nothing.The silence in the mate bond is no longer empt
MikhailMerope bursts into the room, her movements quick and purposeful, with Alexei close on her heels. Instead of coming inside the room, he stands at the door and watches Sophia with a pained expression.Beneath the pain, I can sense his anger. His wolf flashes in his eyes, and he is angry that som







