CLAIRE'S POV
While waiting for Matthew to follow me, I decided to take a look inside Havenport University.
The establishment wasn’t as fortified as the other schools in other regions. Here, if you had a visitor ID, you just flashed it, signed your name, and you were in.
And I was well prepared for that. I was wearing an art professor ID in disguise and had hidden my real face with make-up—mimicking the photo on the card so no one could recognize me. I had to be extra careful with this one.
The gates might have fooled humans into thinking the place was safe, but my wolf bristled the moment I stepped through—keen, alert.
Too many scents hit my senses, unlike Harbor City. Wolves were everywhere in this place.
I already knew Connor’s routine—basketball practice every evening, playing un
