Cassie. I cried harder as the punches landed on my ribs, my back, my shoulders—every part of me that could be reached. Even though they were human, their blows hurt. Maybe it was the sheer number of them or the fact that I hadn’t seen it coming, but I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face as I lay there. The floor beneath me felt cold, but the burning pain coursing through my ribs, arms, and face distracted me from everything else. My vision blurred with tears as I curled into myself, trying to shield my head from their attacks. Why me? What had I done to deserve this? Cy was quiet in the back of my mind, an unusual stillness from her, because usually when something like this happened, she’d try to comfort me with soft words, but there was nothing. I knew, deep down, that her reason for remaining quiet had to do with the fact that we were dealing with humans, but it still hurt nonetheless. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, a loud, heavy bang echoe
Cassie. The man carried me up several flights of stairs, his strong arms steady and unyielding as I sagged against him. Each step sent jolts of pain through my battered body, but I bit my lip and stayed silent. When we stopped in front of a polished wooden door, he shifted me slightly in his arms and pushed it open. The office was spacious, with bookshelves lining one wall, a sleek desk on the other, and a plush, three-seater couch near the window. He strode over to the couch and gently laid me down. My whole body felt heavy, the weight of the attack sinking in now that I wasn’t in immediate danger. He took a step back, adjusting his sleeves before placing a hand on his chest in a formal gesture. “I’m Jon Pierson, but you can call me Jon. I’m a lecturer in the Psychology department,” he said, his tone professional but tinged with concern. “I’m sorry about what happened to you. It’s unacceptable.” I blinked at him, still trying to process everything. My throat felt dry, so
Cassie.Lectures ended earlier than I expected, though not by my choice or normal situation. I was halfway to my next class when I heard my name being called, loud enough to stop me in my tracks. I turned around to see Mr. Pierson jogging toward me, holding a small white rectangular card in his hand.“What’s this?” I asked, staring at the card as if it might bite me, not looking down at it.“It’s a sick pass,” he replied, somewhat out of breath. “You’ve been excused for the rest of the day.”I stared at him, unsure of how to feel about it. “I’m fine,” I said. “I can still make it through the rest of the day.”He tilted his head, his gaze dropping briefly to the faint bruise forming on my wrist. His voice softened, though the sternness remained. “You’ve been through enough today. Don’t push yourself.”Slowly, I reached out and took the card, even though I hated the thought of leaving early. This wasn’t the way I’d imagined my first day of college going. I wanted to stay and prove to
Cassie.I woke up earlier than I had the day before, my body fueled by a restless energy that wouldn’t let me sleep in.The sun was just beginning to settle when I dressed hurriedly, slipping into a red long-sleeved shirt and jeans. My goal was simple: leave before Axel woke up. The idea of running into him again, with his sharp gaze that always seemed to pry secrets from me, made my chest tighten.I needed quiet, enough quiet to make decisions for myself without his intrusion.“No, what you need is to tell him about what happened to you, and have them catch those perpetrators. Those girls deserve hell!” Cy countered, but I couldn’t do that, so I shut her out because I knew it would only be a series of the same talk.By the time I arrived on campus, the morning air carried a strange buzz. Whispers floated around, pulling everyone’s attention toward some unseen source. Students clustered in groups, talking in hushed voices, but their expressions weren’t subtle. There was excitement,
Cassie.By lunch, the rumors had spiraled into full-blown scandal material. More detailed information about the affair surfaced. It sounded absurd but that didn’t stop anyone from entertaining the idea. It was scandalous, and scandals were irresistible. Even though no one had mentioned any names yet, I couldn’t shake the gnawing unease settling in my chest. Every look in my direction felt like it lingered too long, every laugh like it was aimed at me.I sat alone at a corner table in the cafeteria, poking at the pasta on my tray, as snippets of conversation floated toward me.“Do you really think it’s true?” one girl whispered to her friend at the table next to mine.“It has to be,” the other replied, her voice brimming with excitement. “Why else would a lecturer pay that much attention to a freshman?”My stomach churned. I knew better than to listen, but their words clung to me, each one sinking deeper than the last. It was just talk, I told myself. Nothing more than mindless goss
Cassie.Dinner was quieter than I had expected, though the sound of Mirabel cleaning the counters filled the space. She had prepared something simple—grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, and sautéed vegetables—and as I sat there eating, I could feel her eyes flicker toward me every now and then, though she said nothing at first.As she continued wiping down the counters, her voice broke the silence. “It seems like no one ever sees you around anymore,” she said, her tone polite but formal, as it always. “You’ve been coming in late and leaving early, so much that when you’re here it feels like you really aren’t.”I glanced up, startled by the observation but masking my reaction quickly. It wasn’t like Mirabel to comment on my comings and goings.“I didn’t realize anyone cared,” I said lightly, trying to keep the conversation from veering into anything too personal.Mirabel shrugged, her expression neutral. “I only mention it because it’s noticeable. Makes things feel different around he
Cassie.When I woke up the next morning, something felt… off. It wasn’t like the typical tiredness from a restless night, though that was part of it. It was as if I’d forgotten something important that should have been impossible to overlook.Was it someone’s birthday? An anniversary? I wracked my brain, but nothing came to mind. Still, the unease lingered.Closing my eyes, I saw a hazy vision of Axel sitting on my bed, his hands reaching out to touch me. My heart quickened at the image, but I shook my head. No. That was impossible, I’d barely slept, and when I finally did, I was all alone in my room. It must’ve been a figment of my imagination, surely. The product of exhaustion, or maybe a bizarre dream. I pushed the thought away, forcing myself to focus on the day ahead.I dressed in the pair of jeans that nearly cost me my legs, that day at the mall and a plain black top to match. I rolled my hair into a bun, grabbed a banana on my way out of the kitchen, and headed out the doo
Cassie.The moment Mr. Pierson’s words left his lips, Violet and I exchanged confused looks, our eyes darting between each other and Mr. Pierson. My heart sank as his gaze settled firmly on me. A lump formed in my throat, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him correctly.“Me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Mr. Pierson’s smile didn’t waver—it was polite, calm, but somehow intimidating. “Is there another Cassie standing here right now?” he replied, tilting his head slightly.I felt a few students slow their pace as they walked past us, curiosity etched on their faces. Though no one stopped, their glances lingered for far too long, making my skin prickle. I resisted the urge to shrink under the weight of their stares. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.I glanced at Violet, hoping for some reassurance. She shrugged and gave me a small smile. “I’ll wait for you at the cafeteria,” she said casually, though I could see a flicker of concern in her eyes. Her response
Cassie.I sucked in a breath, holding onto it as we neared the car parked in front of Violet’s building. My heartbeat quickened at the sight of Axel coming out of this car to lean casually against his sleek vehicle, his piercing gaze fixed on me. I avoided looking at him, pretending his presence wasn’t suffocating me. Violet glanced at me with a mix of worry and confusion.“Do you want me to stay outside with you?” Violet asked softly, her voice filled with concern.I shook my head, my voice calm despite the storm brewing within me. “I’m fine.”Axel straightened as I approached, his presence looming larger than life, but I kept walking, my pace steady, my resolve unwavering. I brushed past him without so much as a glance, heading straight into the building with Violet trailing behind me.The silence was deafening until Violet broke it, her voice hushed but incredulous. “You just walked past him?”We started up the stairs to her apartment, and I shrugged, forcing a nonchalant tone.
Cassie.When my eyes fluttered open, the weight of everything that had been gnawing at me earlier seemed to fade into the background, if only for a moment. Even the faint beeping sound I’d heard before drifting off now felt like a distant memory. My body felt heavy, as though sleep had wrapped around me like a cocoon, unwilling to let go. I didn’t want to let go.“You’re up,” Violet’s voice broke through my haze, drawing my attention to where she stood by the bed, balancing two plates in her hands. The smell of pasta and tomato sauce wafted toward me, making my stomach grumble in response.“You’re back,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes and sitting up.“And I’ve finished cooking, too,” she said proudly, setting the steaming plates down on the bed between us. The sight alone was enough to stir my appetite. I quickly realized it was so because I hadn’t had anything to eat since I woke up.Violet plopped down beside me and tilted her head. “Didn’t you sleep last night? I came in and found y
Cassie.Violet’s apartment was small—smaller than I had imagined, even though she’d warned me beforehand. But I didn’t mind. The place felt like an extension of her, every inch reflecting the vibrant and chaotic personality I’d come to know in the short time we’d spent together.The walls were covered in an odd but strangely fitting combination of posters—bold feminist slogans, vintage werewolf pack history prints, and even a few cheesy romance movie posters. I couldn’t help but smile at the mismatched aesthetic. The scent of citrus air freshener filled the air, blending with the faint aroma of instant coffee, as though the apartment itself was used to early morning cramming sessions and late-night breakdowns.My gaze landed on the closet, which took up an absurd amount of space compared to the tiny bed pushed up against the wall. Clothes spilled out in every direction, some folded neatly, others tossed haphazardly like she’d rushed out in a hurry. Fairy lights dangled across the wal
Cassie.I crouched in the parking lot, my knees pressing against the cold concrete as heavy tears flowed freely down my face. I watched Axel’s car disappear from sight, my chest tightening with every second he drove further away. It felt like the air had been sucked from my lungs, leaving behind an unbearable weight that I couldn’t shake. What kind of crime had I committed in my past life to deserve this? To be treated so unfairly, like I was some pawn in Axel’s never-ending game of control.Nothing had ever worked out the way I wanted—not my freedom, not my life, not even my own heart. And now, here I was again, stuck in the same cycle of disappointment and longing. I bit down on my lip, holding back a sob that threatened to spill out. The thought of returning to the apartment, packing my things, and leaving crossed my mind. Leaving—for good this time. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple.If I left, I’d be a rogue again. Vulnerable. Alone. And no matter how far I tried to
Axel.“Axel?” Cassie’s voice cut through the air, laced with confusion as she rose from her chair, her wide eyes locked onto mine. “What are you doing here?”I narrowed my gaze at her, ignoring the curious stares of the other students lingering nearby. “Can’t I be here?” I asked, my voice even, though my patience was already wearing thin. My eyes shifted briefly to the man standing beside her. Pierson. Again. He stood with an air of ease that I didn’t like. Not one bit.Cassie tilted her head to the side, her brows furrowing. “No, I mean… I thought you left,” she said, her voice softer now.I shook my head, keeping my gaze firmly on the man.“I didn’t.” “I am rather concerned by your presence here, seeing that this building should only be accessible to only students and lecturers,” Pierson said, his lips curving into a polite, albeit smug, smile.Cassie’s eyes widened in alarm, as if she feared what I might say next. She should.“Well,” I began, my tone calm yet firm, “if I’m pa
Cassie.“Your idea of the wolf being a rogue is not a bad one. We usually leave out schools when searching for rogues because, while it’s not uncommon for them to be there, they mostly can’t thrive in places like that, so we ruled them out.” Axel’s voice was steady, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, both hands on the steering wheel, as he drove.I stared out the window, processing his words. “You leave out searching schools because you don’t think they’d ever find themselves there, but now you think they might be hiding in schools?” I asked, a trace of disbelief in my voice. The mere possibility felt surreal.Axel nodded slightly, the grip on the steering wheel tightening just a little. “Not just schools though. Lately, rogues have gone into hiding, and if your theory is right, then they’re likely scattered across schools in the country, blending in where we least expect them.”I turned to him, eyebrows raised. “And you got to that conclusion from a little speculation?”He scoffed,
Cassie.Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t shake the thoughts that circled in my head. Axel’s sudden insistence on training for me was unsettling. At first, I thought it was just another way for him to assert his control, a way to keep me in check now that I had grown a sharp tongue when it came to him. But something about the way he said it, the way his expression shifted to something far more serious, made me think otherwise.“…dangers that are coming,” he had said. I wanted to ask him what ge meant by that, but our conversation had been cut short when Warren showed up at the apartment, his face tight with urgency as he asked to speak with Axel in private. I hadn’t thought much of it at first because Warren always had something to say, given he was Axel’s Beta, he was constantly lurking around with pack matters. But as they were leaving the apartment, I heard them. Two words, barely audible, but they made my stomach churn. ‘Truman spell’ and ‘wolf.’That was al
Cassie.It was my turn to stop walking and look at Violet.My mouth hung open as I stared at her back, my heart pounding in my chest. The words she had just spoken echoed in my ears, making me feel lightheaded. Violet stopped walking and turned around, her face breaking into a wide grin before she burst into laughter.Despite living as a rogue for three years, I had never accepted that way of life. The things they had done to me, to my son… those wounds could never heal. So that was why hearing Violet ask such a question, added with the fact that she was Selena’s sister, made me think that truly, she had an ulterior motive for approaching me.“I’m kidding,” she said between fits of laughter, placing a hand over her lips as if to stifle the sound. “You should’ve seen your face.”I forced a weak smile, though my stomach churned with unease. “You scared me for a second.”Violet shook her head, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Why? Do you have a thing against rogues?”I hesitated, the
Cassie.As lectures went on, I couldn’t shake the unease that settled deep in my chest. The conversation I overheard earlier about thr massive dog-like creature lingering near the school premises gnawed at the back of my mind. I kept telling myself it was probably nothing, because humans liked to exaggerate, and I hadn’t heard anyone else mention it. Maybe it was just a stray someone mistook for something bigger. But still… something didn’t sit right with me.I had tried to focus on my lectures, jotting down notes mechanically but my thoughts remained elsewhere.Cy was just as restless, pacing at the edges of my consciousness with a low growl as though she could do something about the situation.“It’s probably nothing, right?” I asked her.“We shouldn’t ignore it,” she responded. “You know as well as I do that humans don’t just see things like that.” I nodded. She had a point.When the bell rang, signaling the end of the lecture, I gathered my things and stepped out into the crowded