AURORA'S POV: I finished taking my bath a while ago in my room and left Cali there. I wanted to ask her to come along but I remembered that not only is it not my place to invite her to someone else's home, something 'weird' might happen and I don't want her to be dragged into this whole situation. She was even talking about going to hang out with one of the guys she met on the plane yesterday. Apparently, they wanted to hook up. Typical Cali. I did remind her not to get pregnant because I wasn't ready to start baby sitting. Her godfather would also tear the guy to shreds... Anyways, I am now on my way to Jon's room. The room is quiet except for the faint sound of fingers on glass and Arcâs keyboard clicking steadily across the room. I step inside and pause, my eyes locking briefly on Arc. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, laptop perched on his knees, eyes scanning the screen with laser focus. His brows are slightly drawn, lips tight. He looksâĶ intense. But
AURORA'S POV: My body temperature keeps increasing as the images blurs in front of me. The blood dripping from sharp fangs, the blue eyes staring intensely at me in the darkness - cold and piercing. Then the green eyes. Forest green, burning like embers. I flinch as a snarl rips through the silence and claws reach out, wrapping around my neck. My chest tightens. I can't move. It's like my entire body is frozen. The images start flickering, shifting too fast for me to grasp. My body jerks up, drenched in cold sweat and I look around the room in fear, waiting for the creatures who keep showing up in dreams to jump on me in real life. I haven't had one of these in a while. It's probably because of the horror movie I watched last night. The first day of junior year should feel like any other. But it doesnât. Maybe itâs the dream that woke me up in bad way; flashes of different eyes, a whisper I canât make out. Or maybe itâs the fact that the Andersons are t
AURORA'S POV: Jon doesnât move. He just stands there, looking at me like Iâm supposed to understand what he just said.I donât."YouâreâĶ what?" I ask, glancing at Cali for some kind of sanity check.She looks just as stunned. "Did he just say mate? LikeâĶ soulmate? Or likeâĶ kangaroo mate?" Jon ignores her, his green eyes locked on mine. "I know this sounds crazy, but youâre my mate. My-" "Nope." I cut him off and take a step back. "I donât know what you think is happening here, but Iâm not your anything." Something flickers in his expression, something almost hurt but he schools his face quickly. "You donât understand yet.""Youâre right. I donât."And I donât plan to. I turn on my heel and walk away, ignoring the stares, the whispers. Jon Drago can take his weird Australian nonsense and keep it far, far away from me. I have enough drama in my life to come and start adding boys to it. The first half of the day goes by pretty quickly thankfully because I'm alre
AURORA'S POV: I donât know whatâs worse, the way Arc is looking at me, or the way my heart is pounding like I just sprinted a mile.Mate.Jon said it first. Now Arc.Two completely different guys. Two complete strangers. And both of them are acting like they own me. Two people I have never spoken to before today. I just new there was something bad about today.I take another step back, trying to put distance between us, but Arc moves just as quickly, closing the space. His expression is unreadable, but thereâs something sharp in his eyes-like heâs trying to figure out a puzzle and doesnât like the answer."This doesnât make sense," he mutters. "Vampires donât have mates."Vampire. I almost laugh. This guy is obviously insane. First Jon and his mate nonsense, now Arc talking about vampires? Is this some elaborate prank? Some secret game all the hot guys at Clarence High play? "Yeah, okay," I say, voice tight. "Well, whatever weird fantasy youâre living in, leave me o
AURORAâS POV: I wake up to the sound of rain tapping against my window. For a moment, I lie there, staring at the ceiling, hoping - praying- that yesterday was just a dream. I had to pop sleeping pills last night because I kept on seeing eyes of people I don't want to.Jonâs claim. Arcâs reaction. The impossible idea that I might beâĶ something else.But when I sit up, the sinking feeling in my chest tells me the truth.It wasnât a dream.I drag myself out of bed and head downstairs, dreading school, dreading everything. Ava greets me with a smile as she sets a plate of pancakes on the table. "Morning, sweetheart.""Morning," I mumble, sliding into my usual seat. Jon is already at the table, watching me. His gaze is heavy, unreadable. I donât acknowledge him.I pretend everything is fine.I pretend I donât feel his stare burning into the side of my face.Halfway through breakfast, he clears his throat. "Aurora-" "Nope," I interrupt, stabbing my fork into my pancake.Jon
AURORAâS POV: By the time I get to school, my nerves are shot. I spend the entire morning avoiding Jon, avoiding everything. But it doesnât stop the whispers in my head.You felt it. You know somethingâs wrong.At lunch, Cali finally corners me. "Alright, spill," she says, plopping into the seat across from me. "You look like you saw a ghost."I push my food around my tray, avoiding her gaze. "Itâs nothing." Cali snorts. "Yeah, no. I donât buy that for a second." She leans in. "This have anything to do with Jon? Or Arc?"I tense. "What? No."She narrows her eyes. "AuroraâĶ"Before I can respond, I feel it.A shift in the air. Like a storm rolling in.I donât have to look to know heâs here.Arc.Sure enough, when I glance toward the entrance, heâs standing there, staring directly at me.His expression is unreadable, but his icy blue eyes are locked onto mine. A shiver runs through me. I hate how he makes me feel. I should be running away from him right now. Especially n
AURORA'S POV: Cali and I have just finished class. The entire school is hyped up about the upcoming pep rally and I, on the other hand cannot wait for it to be over already. "Let's go to the field, please. Pwetty please." She batts her eyelashes at me with a pout on her lips. I release a defeated sigh. Cali has been bugging me all day to come and watch her cheerleading practice. Normally, I would have definitely gone with her but today is a huge exception. The entire school is hyped up with the pep rally being tomorrow night and to make it worse, there's a football match too. All of these means that the field will definitely be packed. Packed means noise. I. Definitely. Don't. Need. That. "Ok, let's go." A wide smile spreads on Cali's lips which almost makes me smile but I catch myself just in time. We step out into the school field. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows over the football field. The air is filled with the chatter of students scatter
AURORA'S POV: I scoff. "Donât flatter yourself. I took a wrong turn.""Sure you did." His smirk deepens.I ignore the heat creeping up my neck and yank at the door handle again. "Do you have a key?"Arc leans against the doorway, clearly enjoying my frustration. "Nope. But Iâm in no rush."I groan, dragging a hand down my face. Of all people to be locked in with, it had to be him. Silence stretches between us. The faint scent of mint and something darker, something undeniably Arc, lingers in the air. The dim lighting casts sharp shadows over his features, making him look more like the predator he truly is."Why do you hate me so much?" I blurt out, surprising myself.Arc arches a brow, as if the question is amusing. "Hate you? Thatâs a strong word." "Well, for starters, everytime you look at me, it's with anger and something else I still can't place, in your eyes." "Well, I don't think that can count as hate, darling." I cross my arms. "You go out of your way to make my l
AURORA'S POV: I finished taking my bath a while ago in my room and left Cali there. I wanted to ask her to come along but I remembered that not only is it not my place to invite her to someone else's home, something 'weird' might happen and I don't want her to be dragged into this whole situation. She was even talking about going to hang out with one of the guys she met on the plane yesterday. Apparently, they wanted to hook up. Typical Cali. I did remind her not to get pregnant because I wasn't ready to start baby sitting. Her godfather would also tear the guy to shreds... Anyways, I am now on my way to Jon's room. The room is quiet except for the faint sound of fingers on glass and Arcâs keyboard clicking steadily across the room. I step inside and pause, my eyes locking briefly on Arc. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, laptop perched on his knees, eyes scanning the screen with laser focus. His brows are slightly drawn, lips tight. He looksâĶ intense. But
AURORA'S POV: Arc's eyes narrow immediately, jaw clenching as he gestures to the two of them on the bed. "Whatâs going on? Where are you taking her?" Jon stiffens. "Relax. Iâm just taking her to my mumâs place. For a meal. Thatâs all." Arcâs eyes flick to Aurora, then back to Jon. "You think dragging her all over town after last night is a good idea?" "It is not 'all over town', it is my house. She will basically just be sitting down and eating a meal. Quit the dramatics." Oh shit. I need to stop this before things escalate. I quickly interject, stretching her arms and flashing a sheepish grin. "Okay, tension police. Iâm craving apple pie, and Iâm starving. LikeâĶ genuinely could eat a dragon." Arc crosses his arms. "She shouldnât be moving around so much, especially not with you. I donât trust you to take care of her."Jon's face darkens immediately. This keeps getting worse. Jonâs voice sharpens. "Excuse me? Just because you were able to help her just once
THIRD PERSON POV: Arc bursts into the bathroom, eyes darting to the crumpled figure on the floor- Aurora. His breath catches. For a second, everything stills.Then he starts moving. "Aurora," he calls sharply, his voice a gravelled mix of panic and urgency. He rushes to her side, scooping her into his arms with more gentleness than he thought himself capable of. Her skin is clammy, her lashes trembling slightly against her pale cheeks. Sheâs still breathing but faintly. Jon barrels into the room behind him. "What the hell happened?" "She fainted." Arcâs voice is tight. "I just came in and saw Cali banging on the door. She was having a panic attack. By the time I opened the door, she was already unconscious." Jonâs eyes narrow as he follows Arc out of the room. They head straight for Arc and Jonâs room down the hall. Jon throws the door open and Arc sets Aurora gently down on the first bed he sees. Together, they work in silence at first. Jon dampens a cloth
ARCâS POV: The second we step into the room, I already know itâs going to be a goddamn disaster. It smells like pinewood and overpriced cologne. Two twin beds sit across from each other with a narrow aisle between them. One window. One bathroom. Zero exits from the fact that Iâm stuck with him. Although, on the plus side, it's a very spacious room. If I'm careful enough, I can avoid him totally. I will stay on my side and he will stay on his. Hopefully. Jon throws his bag onto one of the beds and turns to look at me like heâs been waiting to do this all day. "Of all the people I couldâve ended up with," he mutters, jaw tight. "Why the hell did it have to be you?" I close the door behind me and toss my duffel onto the floor. "Trust me, mutt, Iâm not thrilled about it either."His nostrils flare. "Donât call me that." "Then donât act like one," I shoot back, stepping past him. Our shoulders bump. The tension is sharp, electric, thickening the air between us.Jo
AURORA'S POV: The bus is already in sight when Jon and I finally round the corner, out of breath, our shoes slapping against the pavement like war drums. The early morning air is cold, biting at our cheeks, but adrenaline keeps us warm.Believe me, I want my bed so bad. "Weâre so late," I pant, clutching my duffel tighter. Jon chuckles, his hand brushing against mine for a second longer than necessary. "Not my fault you turned off your alarm in your sleep." "You literally sleep like the dead. I had to throw a pillow at your head!" We skid to a stop as we reach the cluster of students gathered near the bus. Mr. Granger, one of our chaperones, gives us a narrowed glare but doesnât say anything. We made it...barely. But still. A win is a win. As we board the bus, Jon flashes me a crooked smile. "Well, weâre officially on our way to Australia." My stomach tightens. The idea of being away from everything familiar makes my nerves dance. I should be used to this
Auroraâs POV: Thereâs something about the air today. Itâs too still, too expectant. Like the sky itself is waiting for something to go wrong.After the announcement, the entire school practically combusts with excitement. There are whispers in every hallway, speculation about the itinerary, what cities weâll visit, and whoâs rooming with who. Itâs all anyone can talk about.I try to care. I try to smile, nod, laugh at Caliâs jokes, but something inside me is still trembling from the blackout. From the spike. From Arc.Jon, however, is practically glowing. "You donât understand," he says as we sit beneath a tree in the courtyard, late afternoon sun draping over us like a soft blanket. "I havenât seen my mum in two months. Two bloody months." His accent thickens when he talks about home, and it makes something soft ache in my chest. "Youâre really from there?" I ask, chewing on the straw of my smoothie. "Not just here to trick us all with your mysterious exchange student vibe
Auroraâs POV: Darkness isn't empty. It hums. It breathes. It waits. Thatâs the last thing I remember before I come crashing back into consciousness. My eyes flutter open to harsh white lights above me, blurry and too bright. Everything feels... off. Like Iâm underwater, and the surface is too far to reach. My tongue is thick in my mouth. My head pulses in a slow, agonizing rhythm. I blink, trying to bring the world into focus.Where the hell am I?A dull ache blossoms in my ankle, radiating up my leg, and thatâs when it clicks; the game. The court. The spike. My fall.Jonâs voice, distant and panicked.Arcâs face, twisted, unreadable. "Hey, hey, Aurora?" A familiar voice cuts through the fog. I turn toward it too fast, and pain shoots through my skull. I groan. Cali leans over me, her brows knit tight in concern, her messy bun frizzed around the edges like sheâs been tugging at it. Thereâs a bandage on her wrist, probably from catching me. "Thank God," she says with a
AURORAâS POV: The scratch of pens, the low hum of the overhead projector, and the half-hearted drone of Mr. Haynes lecturing about cell division fill the classroom. Iâm staring blankly at my notebook, pretending to take notes, but my thoughts are still tangled in the locker room incident and the strange, gold-eyed man who vanished like a ghost.I shouldnât be thinking about it. But I am. "Seer," heâd whispered. The word echoes in my head like a bell tolling underwater. I donât even know what it means. And worse, I havenât told anyone. Not Jon. Not Arc. Especially not Arc.A crumpled note lands on my desk. I blink, glancing down. In messy, rushed handwriting, it says: You okay? Youâve been zoning out for ten minutes.- J I glance up. Jon is two rows ahead, angled just enough to watch me without making it obvious. Our eyes meet. He offers a small, concerned smile. Warm. Comforting. I smile back, but before I can write a reply, I hear the exaggerated clearin
AURORA'S POV:It's barely dawn, and I havenât slept a damn minute. Itâs early, too early, but Iâm wide awake, staring blankly at the ceiling like it holds the answers to all the chaos that is my life. The room is still dark, a soft grey light barely seeping through the window blinds. My heart hasn't stopped its uneasy thudding since last night. Since that kiss. Since I let myself drown in Jon, only to come to my senses and shove him out of my room like my skin was on fire. I've been staring at the ceiling throughout the whole night. I don't even know what to do anymore. My mind keeps drifting to the kiss Jon and I shared. Because it was. I press the back of my hand to my lips, remembering the way his mouth moved on mine...hungry, desperate, real. I had felt every emotion he poured into me like it was my own. And that is what scared me. Not the kiss. The way I felt during it.Jonâs hands gripping my waist, his lips claiming mine like he was drowning and I was his ai