SERAPHINA’S POVI'm in an ethereal world of books, stacked into an impossible number of shelves arranged in columns that go on until what looks like infinity. The inside itself is wider than my eyes can depict, with walls taller than twice of Raven Wood High stacked on top of itself. The air even smells different— that addictive woody smell that comes from the pages of the millions of books stored in here. It's all so beautiful and marvelous, a book lover's heaven. Olivia would faint more than once if she could see this right now.I slowly walk between shelves, running my hands across the dark brown, sturdy wood that holds the books, feeling its smooth lamination. Every corner is perfectly labeled, so whoever is in here can easily find what they need. Whoever maintains a place like this definitely knows what they're doing.I stop, curious, at an aisle and reach for a first edition book on "The Technicalities of Wolf Shifting." I have no interest in it, but the vibe in the room pro

KAMILA’S POVRestlessness coils through me like a venomous snake, and I gnaw on my newly manicured nails. Hours have passed since I met with Hawthrone, that insufferable wretch. The audacity she has, rejecting my generous offer as if she's above it all, above us. As if being different somehow makes her better. Superior.She thinks she knows me, but she's oblivious to the sacrifices I've made, the things I’ve done, and the load of bullshit I’ve had to endure just to secure my current position. Every ounce of respect and authority I've garnered as the Alpha princess and future Luna wasn't handed to me on a silver platter. Her self-righteousness irks me to no end. For a fleeting moment, I’d allowed myself to be moved by all that talk of justice and fairness. I allowed myself to believe we were similar, two girls fighting for their place, cut from the same cloth.How mistaken I was.I tried to educate her, to make her see that seizing opportunities and making sacrifices are the keys t

SERAPHINA’S POVArtemis hasn't been to school since I confronted him, and he's apparently not taking visitors anymore. I try to reach him, but I can no longer ignore the message he's sending me loud and clear: He doesn't want to see me. I've set aside every horrific experience I've had over the past few days in an attempt to get through to him. When I fail, I lean back into my own stew of pain and guilt, wallowing in a self-pity so strong it reeks from miles away.My back still aches from the awakening. The burn marks are permanently etched into my skin, forming a tattoo-like pattern that sprawls artistically across my back, spiraling and then stopping just short of reaching my mid-back. It's as if they're mocking me, taunting me for daring to explore who I really am. Well, I've given up on that quest.I haven't touched the book since it singed and possessed my skin. I'm too frightened that this might be just the beginning of the physical pain I'll have to endure, forcing me to

SERAPHINA’S POV"What do you mean you can get me that chance?" I ask, genuinely puzzled.His face lights up with mischief. Raising an eyebrow and winking at me, he pulls his phone from his pocket."Give me a minute," he says, rising to walk away and make a call.Left alone, I'm swallowed by my thoughts, my guilt, and my sadness—reliving the moments and words I regret. I need to forgive myself, to face my flaws and look beyond them.Perhaps then, I can overcome this load of emotions. I want to be friends with Artemis again, and a big part of me still yearns to discover more about myself, regardless of whatever dangers lurk ahead.My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me back to the present. Olivia's name flashes on the screen."Hey, Olive," I greet her, the phone pressed against my ear.I'm about to thank her for the walk suggestion, to let her know about my encounter with Jasper and how much lighter I feel, when her ragged breathing interrupts me."Olivia, is something wrong?"I hear

KAMILA'S POVI feel a painful tugging in my soul as I put the finishing touches on my blood-red nail polish, carefully filling out the edges with the liquid. It hits hard and fast, ripping my heart out, shredding a part of me to pieces like shockwaves reverberating through my body. Clutching my chest, I scream in agony, tumbling off my bed onto the hard floor, stunned.My wolf, feeling it as acutely as I do, wails and shrinks into a ball on the inside. I've felt this before—every single time he gave a piece of himself to Sharon from art class or Rebecca from cultural history class. But this time it's different, more painful, as if the energy is being sucked out of me. I lie on the hard floor in cold sweat until the pain finally seizes.Breathing again, I can faintly sense our bond, as thin as a thread tying him and me together. Once it lets up, I remain on the floor, staring at the ceiling, silently piecing everything together. He's with the human girl.I just know it; I can fee