LOGINJuneThere is so much to take in.So much that should probably feel overwhelming, confusing, maybe even frightening. New words, new meanings, things about myself I did not know existed until now. But none of it unsettles me the way it probably should.This is how I have always lived.One moment at a time.Taking what comes, adjusting, moving forward without trying to control every outcome. Life has never given me the luxury of certainty, so I learned early how to exist without it. And somehow, all of that makes this easier.I do not fight it.I do not question it into pieces.I accept it.Caleb does not let go of my hand as we walk back toward the Academy. His fingers stay wrapped around mine, firm, like my touch is something he needs. Not in a weak way. Not in a way that asks for reassurance.More like something instinctive.Something that just is.I let him.The path is quieter now, the sounds of the forest fading behind us as the lights of the Academy come into view. I glance ahead
JuneI lift my head slightly from his chest, my hands still resting against him, still holding onto him without thinking about it. The word is still echoing in my mind, soft but persistent, like it is asking to be understood.I look at him.“What is mate?” I ask.The question feels simple when I say it, but I know it is not. Not with the way he says it. Not with the way it makes something inside me respond without permission.He looks at me for a second, his gaze still a little rough around the edges, still carrying that wildness that has not completely settled yet. But there is something else there too now. Something softer. Something that is only for me.“You,” he says.His voice is quieter this time, not as coarse, but still carrying that raw edge.“You is mate.”I blink at him.Because that does not make sense.And somehow… it does.I don’t understand how he manages to say things in the simplest way possible, and still make them feel like they carry more meaning than a long explan
June The word mate lands in my ears, and for a split second, everything else fades.I don’t react.Not on the outside.My face stays exactly the same, calm and unreadable, the way I have trained it to be for years. No widened eyes. No sharp inhale. No flicker of confusion. Nothing that gives away the way that single word echoes in my head.Mate.My eyes stay on Caleb.His entire body is rigid, muscles locked tight, anger rolling off him in waves so intense that it almost feels like something you can see. His chest rises and falls hard, each breath carrying a low, dangerous sound. His grip around Kylie’s neck is firm, lifting her off the floor like she weighs nothing. Her hands claw weakly at his wrist, her face turning red, then pale.I should feel something else.Shock. Anger. Questions.What didn’t he tell me?What else is he hiding?But none of that comes.Because the moment that word leaves his mouth, something inside me settles.Like it fits.Like it has always been there, waiti
June Everyone is enjoying the dinner. The hall is filled with voices, laughter, movement. Plates clink softly, chairs scrape, conversations overlap in a way that makes the whole place feel full in a way I am not used to. It is warm. Lively. And yet, there is no sign of Caleb. My eyes keep drifting toward the entrance without me realizing it, like I expect him to walk in at any second. Each time, it is someone else. Aurora stays with me for a while, talking easily, filling the silence without making it feel forced. Then she gets pulled into another group, offering me a quick smile before she leaves. I am alone again. Misha is not far, but she is busy, laughing with some guy from the senior group of trainees, her face bright in a way that tells me she is finally relaxing. Kylie is nowhere to be seen. I do not know if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but I decide not to waste my thoughts on it. Suddenly, a plate of snacks appears in front of me, sliding onto the table. I l
JuneThe dining hall looks nothing like it usually does.For a second, I pause at the entrance, taking it in.The long rows of plain tables are gone, replaced with neatly arranged round tables covered in clean white cloth. Soft lights hang overhead, warmer than the usual harsh brightness, giving the whole place a different kind of feel. Along one side of the hall, a long buffet table stretches across, filled with food that actually looks like someone put effort into it. There are trays of different dishes, bowls of salads, platters of desserts, and drinks set up in a way that makes it feel more like a celebration than just another meal.The smell alone tells me this is not ordinary.Misha was not exaggerating.Not even a little.“This is what I was talking about,” she whispers beside me, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and nerves.I nod once, my gaze still moving across the room, taking in the small details. The way people are already gathered in clusters, talking in lower voic
June I sit on the edge of my bed, my fingers moving absentmindedly over the fabric of my shirt. The room is quiet, almost too quiet, and my backpack rests beside me, already packed with the few clothes and things I own. Everything is ready. Just in case. If I have to leave tonight, I do not want to waste time gathering pieces of a life that has never really been rooted anywhere. It is easier this way. Quick. Clean. I glance at the bag for a second, then look away. My thoughts drift beyond these walls, to the life waiting outside. It will be the same as it always has been. Moving from place to place. Figuring things out as I go. Nothing permanent. Nothing that asks me to stay. It does not scare me. It never has. But then another thought slips in, softer this time. Elise. I have not checked on her in days. A small frown pulls at my brows as I think about it. I should go see her. That will be the first thing I do. After that… I will decide where to go next. I pause, my finger
AuroraI should look away. I tell myself to, but I can’t. The magnetic pull between us is too strong, threading through the air, invisible yet unbreakable. My fingers twitch against my lap, my heart pounding like it wants to reach for him. I feel helpless under the weight of his stare, yet somehow p
LucasOutside, the air feels cooler, sharper, like it knows we’re crossing a line we can’t uncross.I feel her shiver, just once, before she leans into me. My arm finds her without thought, pulling her in until her head rests against my shoulder. She fits there like she’s meant to. Like she’s always
AuroraI don’t remember ever sleeping this well. Not as a kid, not even on the night when I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.The first thing I register is the familiar scent of him, still lingers on my skin. It wraps around me, and I stay still for a while, just ba
LucasMorning bleeds in before I’m ready. Not sunlight... no, light this pale can’t be called sun, but that gray smear that creeps past blinds, the stormy version of dawn. My eyes open before the alarm. They always do. Internal clock, internal predator.The apartment hums faintly. Refrigerator. Pip







