LOGINJuneI sit with everything I have learned, letting it move through me in slow waves that refuse to settle. Faces pass through my mind one after another. People at the Academy. People I have seen almost every day these past few days. Now they do.Now every single face carries something else.They are like me.Wolves.The word still feels strange when I think it, even though it fits more than anything ever has. I try to recall if I ever noticed something off, something that set them apart from everyone else. A look, a movement, a feeling that did not belong.But there is nothing.They blended in so easily. Just like I did.Even Misha.That thought lingers longer than the others. I picture her face, the way she carries herself, the way she smiles like everything is simple. It does not match with what I know now, and yet it has to.The more I understand, the more everything seems to unravel into something bigger than I expected.Questions stack over each other, one after another, forming
JuneThe weight of the confession settles in slowly, pressing into me as the realization fully sinks in. I said it. I actually said it out loud. Something I have kept buried for years, locked away in a part of myself I never allowed anyone to reach. And I did not just say it. I said it to them. To people I barely know. Strangers. The word lingers in my mind, but it does not feel entirely right anymore. Not in the way it should.Because the moment I question why I did it, my thoughts shift without permission. They land on him. On Caleb. On the man sitting so close beside me, like his presence has always belonged there. Something in my chest tightens at that realization. I trusted him. For some reason I cannot fully explain, I trusted him enough to say something I have never admitted to anyone else. Not even to myself in clear terms. It sounds reckless when I think about it. Careless. And yet it does not feel like a mistake. That is what unsettles me the most.I lift my eyes slowly, pul
June“June, Caleb told us that you have some questions.”Jake’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.I lift my gaze to him before placing the plate beside the glass of water on the table.“I want to assure that you can ask us anything you want,” he continues, his tone calm but firm. “But we also need you to tell us about yourself, and we expect you to be honest with us.”There is something about him that is hard to miss.A presence.It is not loud. Not overwhelming. But it is there in everything he does. The way he sits. The way he speaks. The way his eyes stay sharp even when his tone is even.He feels like someone who carries responsibility without making a show of it.Like someone who watches over everything without needing to remind anyone that he does.There is a stern edge to him, something authoritative that makes it clear he is not someone to be taken lightly. But beneath that, there is something else.Protectiveness... not in a soft way, but in an absolute way.He seems like th
JuneCaleb’s house comes into view slowly as we walk.At first, it is just a shape in the distance. Then the details sharpen. The structure. The windows catching the light.My steps slow just a little as we get closer.Not enough for him to notice.Or maybe he does.I do not look at him to check.We reach the front steps, and something inside me shifts.It happens without thought.Without effort.Instinct.My fingers unwrap from his.The contact breaks, and with it, something in my posture changes. My shoulders pull back slightly. My spine straightens. My expression settles into something calm, controlled.Untouchable.It is automatic.It has always been this way.All my life, I have lived with one rule. Never let anyone know what is going on inside you.It does not matter what you feel.It does not matter if everything inside you is falling apart.From the outside, you do not show it.You do not give anyone that kind of access.You do not let them see where it hurts.You hold it in.
June My head spins for a second, my breath coming in short, uneven bursts as I try to recover. The world tilts, blurs, then slowly settles back into place. Silently, cursing the person who hit me. And then I realize... It's Caleb. Of course it is him. I feel it before I fully see it. The strength in the arms still wrapped around me. The heat of him pressed close. The way he shifted his body so mine would not take the full hit. My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath, my body still tense, still caught between instinct and awareness. For a second, I do not move. Then the realization hits harder than the fall did. I free myself from his arms and scramble back, forcing my body upright despite the way it protests. My legs wobble for half a second before I find my balance, my breath still uneven as I put space between us. He is already on his feet. It happens so fast it barely registers. One second, he is on the ground with me, the next, he is standing, faci
JuneI wake up slowly.It does not happen all at once. It comes in pieces. First the heaviness, like my body is made of something thick and slow to move. Then the ache, deep and familiar, spreading through my limbs like it always does after I shift back.My eyes open, but the world does not make sense right away.Everything is blurred at the edges. Light filters in from somewhere, soft and pale, making me squint. My head feels too heavy for my neck, like it does not quite belong to me yet.I breathe in.Out.My chest rises, falls, and with it, something inside me begins to settle. Awareness comes back in small waves. The surface beneath me feels soft. Not stone. Not cold. Something else.A bed.The realization comes slowly, but once it does, it sharpens everything just a little more.My body aches.Every part of me hurts in that dull, familiar way, like my bones remember being something else not long ago. My muscles feel stretched and sore, my skin too sensitive, like it does not quit
AnastasiaWe’re sitting in Alpha Magnus’s office. The room is bigger than I expected, filled with heavy, dark wood furniture and a large desk at the center. Magnus leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking at me like he knows I am here not just to meet them but I am something important to sha
Jake"I don't know how to mourn losing something I didn't even know I had."Her voice is soft, but it hits like a punch straight to my chest. I can still hear it, playing on a loop in my head, like her words got stitched into my bones. And no matter what I do, I can’t escape them.I thought I was hu
JakeBefore I can even blink, Anastasia throws the knife across the room and, to my horror, she digs her hand right into the wound she just made. Blood gushes out, running down her arm and dripping onto the floor. She bites her lip so hard trying not to scream that her teeth tear through the skin,
Jake“How do you know Anastasia?” I ask, trying hard to keep my voice level. I don’t want to scare him off if he’s got real information. But damn, it’s tough when every second I can feel her pain twisting inside me like a knife.He leans on that broken branch a little, then shrugs like it’s no big







