There, in the hallways of Hampton University, the first bell rang through the crowded walkways as the day sprang to life. Hannah pushed through throngs of students with her bag slung over one shoulder. Her mind was already running over the details of her schedule. She had managed to settle into the rhythm of classes, but there was always this lingering feeling that she was somehow out of place. Here, among the crowds of people who would lunch upon her if they knew she was here; here, where she had to hide every shred of her true self, every strength, every instinct particular to herself.The whispering in her belly today made today no different, except for it. Hadzen would always tell her to listen for the whispers, the tightening wound in her chest she tried to push away."Hey, Hannah!" a familiar voice called out from behind her.Hannah turned to see Dylan hurrying through the hallway toward her, his face brightening at the sight of her. She couldn't help but smile; he had become a
As the sun slid beneath the horizon, stretching the shadows down upon the earth, Hannah saw Dylan leaning against the school gate, looking relaxed. He looked up and smiled the moment he laid eyes on her.He stepped off the gate and walked beside her, "On your way home?" he asked.Hannah nodded. "Yeah. Well, I just thought I'd cut through to save some time getting home.".Dylan's eyebrows shot up with a telltale twinkle of amusement. "The shortcut? Through the forest?"She shrugged. "It's faster, and I could use a walk after today."A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he stretched out his hand toward her. "Come on, then. I'll walk with you. Besides, I've never seen your wolf before. maybe tonight's the night.".Hannah laughed at his outstretched hand, looking just a little hesitant. "I don't know. I haven't seen myself transform yet."Dylan smirked, holding his hand out in a dramatic gesture. "So then what is it that you're waiting for? Let me give you a little tour of your own
That afternoon Hannah spent in the training area, sunlight filtering through the trees to dapple them on the ground. Maxine had scheduled a family training session for that day, eager to help her and Hadzen sharpen their skills in Eclipse abilities. Truth be said, Hannah was still working with wolf transformation; however, all techniques Maxine and Hadzen seemed to master with ease needed to be mastered themselves by Hannah.Hadzen, as always, stood a few feet away, his arms crossed as he regarded her with a calculating, almost distant gaze. It hadn't taken him long to slip back into guarded mode, given the relatively small period of direct experience shared by them both and the raw emotion of the previous night. Hannah tried to ignore the sting, but part of her reached out for the warmth she'd briefly glimpsed before he turned cold once more.Maxine demonstrated the correct posture to them for one of the moves. "Stay focused, Hannah. This position needs precision and balance. Hadzen,
Knock knock.Hadzen released a deep sigh, his irritated gaze flicking towards the door. He had not planned on visitors and certainly not at this hour. The alarm clock situated on the wall read after midnight, and he had looked forward to an unusual hour of undisturbed peace after a rather harrowing and long day. Still, the knocking continued, soft but insistent, and pulled him back into reality."What manner of blockhead is this hammering at this hour?" he groaned softly, his lips uttering the words with irritation as he stood up to the door and pushed it open.He flung open the door, not expecting to find Hannah waiting on the doorstep - her face etched in anxious yet determined features. She held a tray in her hands bearing two mugs of milky liquid under steaming vapors, the effluvia of warm, sweet milk filling through the door.Hannah, he said, more statement than question, his surprise hidden beneath his usual stoic face.Sorry to bother you, brother, she started softly, with a hi
I woke the next morning groggy and restless. Everything had seemed different after the talk with Hadzen last night. Despite my best effort, I'd had no sleep, and my mind had stayed locked on Hadzen's words, his cold demeanor, and the pain that seemed hidden beneath the silence. I wished to understand him, to try to cross this divide that was between us, but instead, I left in even greater confusion.As I went down the stairs, the fragrance of breakfast soaked all my senses with the warmth of laughter and voices. Walking into the dining room, I found my dad, Trevor, and Aunt Coreen sitting around the table quietly chatting amongst each other. Although Dylan's mom, Aunt Coreen was technically married to my mom, so we were only relatives by marriage. She was always a little confusing, but there was something warm that made her seem almost family despite the snarled web of relations.Mom stood by the counter, her face softened by a gentle smile as she prepared plates for everyone. She loo
Elisse leaned forward, her eyes glinting with excitement as she peered at me over her tea. "You look stressed," she declared, her fork twirling lazily as she picked at her food.I forced a smile, brushing it off. "I'm fine, Elisse. Really."Her eyes narrowed, as though she didn't believe me for a second. Then, out of the blue, her face lit up with an idea. "Gotcha! We need a night out—a party!"A… what?" I blinked, surprised.She snatched my hand before I could protest, and practically dragged me upstairs. "Come on, let's get you into something fabulous. Tonight, we're getting you out of this rut!" She flung open my closet and began rummaging through my clothes."It's perfect," she exclaimed, pulling out a silver silk dress that I barely recognized. She held it against me, her grin widening. Exceptional—too exceptional. It shone as light shined on it, material like silk, soft and expensive-looking, showing more than I was used to its high slit and delicate neckline.I mumbled, my chee
Hadzen walked down the hallway in silence with Hannah clinging to him, her head resting against his shoulder like she didn't care about anything in this world. She mumbled softly slurred and almost incomprehensible. Her breath stank of alcohol, and he let out a sigh of frustration as he could only imagine she had more than one drink at this party.Damn it, Hannah," he muttered to himself, shifting her weight a little as he proceeded down the hallway toward her room. "Of all nights to get yourself plastered.".By the time he finally arrived at her door, he tried to open it only to realize that the door was locked. Under his breath, he cursed at not wanting to raise a rumpus through the middle of the night to find the spare key. His patience was thin, and now he didn't want to deal with a lock."Fine, plans changed," he muttered, turning on his heel to head towards his room. "I guess you're staying in my room tonight." Far from ideal, but not his choice. Inside his room now, he eased h
Hadzen walked down the hallway in silence, Hannah holding onto him with her head resting against his shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. She mumbled softly, slurring the words and near unrecognizable. Her breath reeked of alcohol, and he let out a sigh of frustration, imagining she'd had more than one drink at the party."Damn it, Hannah," he muttered to himself, shifting her weight just a little as he continued down the hallway toward her room. "Of all nights to get yourself plastered."It was then he finally rang on the door, tried the handle, and found it was locked. He cursed under his breath. He did not want to raise a scene, even at such a late hour of the night while he looked for another spare key. Patience is thin, and the idea of dealing with the lock only delayed matters further."Fine, plans changed," he muttered, turning on his heel and heading toward his own room. "Looks like you're staying in my room tonight." Far from ideal, but he didn't have a choi
She closed her eyes tight, felt the stab running through her chest by his claws and the warm spreading blood from her across to his ground below. In reality, Winter's line was blurring, though gritted she would let Leo go nowhere. Hadzen's heart stopped. He saw the whole scene. His mind screamed at him to get up and stop Leo. He could not do that, however. He was stuck in his place by the view of Winter's blood seeping from his body to the floor. In him, anger began to well but panic superseded it. "No!" Winter's faint voice barely reached his ears as he snapped out of his paralysis. She coughed, the breath shallow. "Hadzen… get out of here… run…" Hadzen's legs began moving at a force that he couldn't control. He moved forward with a mind screaming desperately, "Winter!" Leo looked up, his cold stare meeting Hadzen's. For a moment, they locked gazes, a silent challenge between them. But Leo didn't back down. His hand remained deep in Winter's chest, drawing out the power of the
The blood moon deepened, casting an eerie glow across the window of Winter. It bathed her room in crimson light. Hadzen stood by the window, his sharp gaze fixed to the sky, his golden eyes reflecting the ominous red hue that the moon was assuming. Something was wrong. This air felt heavy, charged with unease, and his instincts screamed of danger. It felt unnatural to see how the light spread across the land, like a warning he alone could hear. He had felt this sort of dread before—a feeling of knowing tragedy was about to hit. His jaw clenched up as his fists closed up by his sides. He told himself, This isn't right. This is a sign. He could not resist it; the pull was too great, and he needed to return to the only place that held all the answers-the heart of Hampton. Now, he realized that the chaos he dreaded was no longer an eventuality but rather something that was already in process. Hadzen turned his face from the window; he relaxed his eyes because of what he saw-lies on t
As they stood in front of the modest suburban home, which had a calm appeal due to the fading blue paint on the shutters, Winter’s pulse raced. After exchanging anxious looks, one of her two pals, Crisa and Maris, reached out and pressed the doorbell. Winter’s chest constricted as the bell reverberated throughout the home. She had no idea what to anticipate. She could hardly recall her time here, much less the individuals she may encounter. The woman in her late thirties emerged as the door swung open. Her tired eyes grew wide as they met Winter’s, and her dark hair was pulled back in a loose bun. Her palm gripped the doorframe as though to steady herself, and her lips parted in a wordless gasp. “Winter.” With tears in her eyes, the woman’s voice broke. Unsure of what to say or do, Winter stood motionless. It was hard to ignore the intensity emanating from the woman, even though her face was unfamiliar. “Mom?” Winter hesitated, the word unfamiliar to her. The woman sprang for
The air in Hampton was heavy, the weight of decisions and revelations pressing down on Winter as she stood by the edge of the forest. The towering trees, their roots steeped in ancient magic, seemed to whisper warnings. Leaving the wolf’s sanctuary meant venturing into a world she had only glimpsed through distant memories—a world that neither embraced nor understood the Eclipse essence she now unknowingly carried. Hadzen stood beside her, his presence grounding her. His sharp gaze scanned the horizon, his usual stoic demeanor softened as he glanced her way. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low, laced with both worry and resolve. Winter tightened her grip on the straps of the bag slung over her shoulder. “I have to be. I need answers, Hadzen. About who I am… about what happened that night.” He nodded, his jaw tightening. “Then I’m coming with you. Whatever we face out there, we face it together.” Winter’s heart fluttered at his words, but she kept her emotions in
The only sound in the room was the gentle rustle of the curtains as a refreshing breeze entered through the open window. The mellow brightness of the candles strewn across the room blended with the moonlight, which created delicate silver streaks over the wooden floor. Curled up against Hadzen’s chest, Winter’s fingers traced languid lines across his exposed flesh. Her movements had a sensitivity that made his heart constrict, even though her touch was light and almost timid. At first, neither of them said anything. The silence was thick and heavy with feelings they weren’t yet ready to express, yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. You wanted to enjoy the moment since you knew it might not happen again, and it was the kind of silence. With his fingers stroking in calming circles, Hadzen’s hand lay gently on Winter’s back. For a minute he closed his eyes and breathed her in, the warmth of her body against his, the subtle lavender perfume in her hair. For as long as possible, he wanted to clin
The Hampton estate was oppressively quiet. Winter was standing by her room’s window, staring off into the huge forest beyond. She was struggling to breathe as the weight of the disclosures from the last few days slammed against her chest. She wasn’t Hannah. She wasn’t the ideal, compassionate, and predestined girl that everyone believed her to be. The delicate strands of her identity had been ripped by that fact, and she felt as though she was coming apart. The door behind her squeaked open. Winter did not arrive. She was not required to. The only person who could break through the jumble of her thoughts was someone she knew. Her voice was firm but scratchy as she replied, “I thought I locked the door.” Hadzen entered, his presence reverberating throughout the space. His golden eyes stared at her silhouetted figure against the faint moonlight for a moment before he spoke. At last, he murmured in a low, gravelly voice, “You did.” “I’m not interested.” The sight of him made Winter’
As they strolled in quiet, the group was bathed in dappled light from the morning sun that filtered through the thick forest canopy. Winter followed Hadzen, her mind still jumbled from the night they’d spent together. She couldn’t deny the throbbing warmth in her heart, which was a maelstrom of perplexity and shame. It was difficult to control the feelings that threatened to overtake her because of the constant cadence of Hadzen’s steps in front of her, which was both consoling and agonizing. “Winter.” Her reverie was interrupted by Hadzen’s forceful yet gentle voice. His keen eyes scanned her face as he paused to walk next to her. “You haven’t said anything.” She shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “I have a lot on my mind.” A slight smile twisted Hadzen’s lips. “You’ve never been adept at controlling your feelings.” His sly gaze caused Winter’s cheeks to heat up. “And your ability to read them is obnoxious.” He answered in a firm yet light tone, “I’d call it a skill.” As the
The silence of the Hampton estate was suffocating. Winter stood by the window of her room, her gaze lost in the vast expanse of the forest beyond. The weight of the revelations from the past few days pressed on her chest, leaving her gasping for air. She wasn’t Hannah. She wasn’t the girl everyone thought she was—perfect, kind, destined. That truth had severed the thin threads of her identity, and she felt like she was unraveling. Behind her, the door creaked open softly. Winter didn’t turn. She didn’t have to. She knew who it was—the only person who could cut through the chaos of her thoughts. “I thought I locked the door,” she said, her voice hoarse but steady. Hadzen stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a storm. He didn’t reply at first, his golden eyes locked on her figure silhouetted against the pale moonlight. “You did,” he finally said, his voice low, gravelly. “I don’t care.” Winter turned to face him, her chest tightening at the sight of him. His hair w
As Winter, Hadzen, Sonia, and Ericka stood close to Hampton’s gates, prepared to go, the early morning air hung thick. With a worried expression on her face, Maxine had observed them from the stairs. She had vehemently opposed Winter’s departure, but it had been hard to deny her resolve. As she pulled Winter into an embrace, Maxine’s voice was tight as she whispered, “Promise me you’ll come back.” Winter held her close and said, “I will, Mom.” The group now stepped into the tree shadows, the forest stretching on forever in front of them. Even though they had no idea where they were going, Hadzen guided them with unwavering assurance and his keen intuition. Winter strolled next to him, the dim light filtering through the thick canopy, almost illuminating her pale complexion. As they moved further, Sonia said, her keen eyes darting about, “This place feels… different.” From the back, Ericka murmured quietly and grimly, “It’s because we’re getting close to the Veil. This i