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Sitting in my room thinking about what my life could be different from everyone else. Just lost in thought look through a window of guilty pleasures. Sometimes life gets discounting in where you can’t always help the helpless I hear Katja in the distance felt a sharp kicked my desk it’s Eve - my life partner Standing there waiting for me. Eve tilts my chair back, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and for a moment, I let it linger. 'We’ve got work to do—no time for daydreaming,' she says, but her voice is softer than it should be. I let out a low growl, half in frustration, half in reluctant acceptance. The case is waiting. The world doesn’t stop just because my mind does. But this—us—wasn’t always easy. Back in the academy, we were rivals, sharp edges clashing, always trying to win. She was reckless, I was calculated. She got under my skin, and I let her, because nothing made me fight harder than trying to prove I didn’t need her. Now, everything’s different. Now, when she touches me, there’s no fight left. Only a quiet kind of surrender." "We were just kids back then—thrown into the academy, trained to be soldiers in the supernatural war, forced to become detectives, warriors, enforcers of the Devil’s will. Looking at us now, it’s incredible what we’ve become. Trust me, it is. But at what cost? They told us we would be assigned a life partner—someone from a different clan, meant to balance us. But I didn’t have a clan. I never did.** I was abandoned the moment they realized I wasn’t a full wolf, only part human. The Succubus Clan took me in when I was just a pup, when I had nowhere else to go. They called it fate. I called it survival. At first, Eve didn’t care—she saw me as another recruit, another body thrown into the academy’s system. I was an outsider in her world, a stray forced into her clan, and she never let me forget it. She was everything I wasn’t—confident, untouchable, wielding charm like a weapon. And she used it against me. A snide comment here, a smirk there, always reminding me I didn’t belong. But something changed. Not in words, but in moments—the way she started watching me in training, the way she stopped calling me ‘stray and just called me Katya. She’ll never admit it, but I saw it—the shift, the hesitation, the way her fights with me started feeling like something else entirely." We were at the academy together, but in different dorms—**rank dictated everything**. She was always placed higher than me, a privilege of **her father, the Devil himself**, meddling where he pleased. At least **Lilith, her mother, loved me**—I smirked to myself at the thought.I walked down the hallway with my colleagues, dressed in **black and blue—the colors of my dorm**. Across from us, the **red and black** of Eve’s rank burned against the backdrop of the academy walls. Today was **Selection Day**, the moment we were forced into partnerships—different clans, different bloodlines, all in the name of balance. *"To keep the world in harmony,"* they told us. But I never felt like I belonged in it. Eve sat across from me in the stadium, her **gaze unreadable**, pretending not to notice me watching her. **I always watched her.** We had grown up together, but this moment felt different. I waited, breath held, knowing my name wouldn't be called—**I didn’t have a clan.** Even though the **Succubus Clan adopted me**, it didn’t matter. Pairing me would tip the delicate balance, so instead, they told me to **step down**. The humiliation burned, but before I could walk away, **Eve moved**. She crossed the stadium, ignoring the murmurs, ignoring the eyes locked onto her. She stopped in front of me, fingers brushing my shoulder, grounding me. *"It'll be okay."* In that moment, I wasn’t alone. She **sat beside me** as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The room shifted—whispers, stares, unease. **The most powerful student in the academy sitting with the lone wolf.** I thought it was a game. **I knew something was off.** She smirked, then stood as they called her name. Without hesitation, she **ruffled my hair, messing it up like she always did**. Then she turned, stepping toward the stage. She was about to **announce her choice**—her partner for life. The Headmaster—her father—sat high above the stadium, watching, waiting. When Eve stood before him, he approached, voice smooth and commanding. “Which clan do you choose? Who will be your partner?”She hated him—had since the beginning. Hated the way he controlled everything, the way his influence dictated her rank, her future, her every move. She had always done what he demanded, always obeyed—even when she didn’t want to. But not this time. Eve sighed, staring out at the crowd. *”It’s not fair,”* she said, voice steady despite the weight in her chest. *”No one should be forced to stand alone. Not even someone who doesn’t belong to us.”* Her father’s expression darkened. He knew **exactly** who she was talking about—**me**. I felt the tension tighten around us, the way her words *held too much meaning*. He didn’t like that she was speaking about me in front of everyone. He never had. Later, she stormed into his office, fury simmering beneath her skin. She had always fought for me—against her father, against the academy, against every rule that told her I wasn’t supposed to belong. ”I have to step down,”I told her this reminding her of the rules—we couldn’t choose a partner from the same clan, even if she had already claimed me as her own long ago. She clenched her fists, holding herself back from slamming them into the wall. I stepped forward, placing my hands over hers—steadying her, stopping her from breaking. This time, she didn’t fight me. What we had been through together—growing up in this academy, surviving it side by side—it was *enough.*”I’ll be fine,”I whispered. *”Choose someone that’s right for you.” She brushed her fingers against my cheek**, lingering for just a moment. Then she turned to leave, pausing at the doorway. *”It’s not fair,”* she muttered under her breath, as if speaking to herself rather than me. And then she was gone. I didn’t need to follow her to know where she was headed. The records. She was going to *find a way to fix this.The records room is buried deep within the academy—**sealed behind layers of wards**, tucked away where only the highest ranks have access. But Eve doesn’t care. She forces her way in**, slipping past enchantments, cracking security spells like they’re beneath her. The moment she steps inside, the air hums with ancient magic—scrolls, documents, bindings that dictate every rule, every restriction.Rules she’s about to break.Her fingers skim along the records, searching for **a loophole, a reason, anything** that will let her keep Katja by her side. Her pulse hammers against her ribs, frustration curling through her veins. Every document screams the same thing: **balance is law. Clans must be divided. No exceptions.She clenches her jaw. *There has to be something.*Then she finds it. A forgotten clause, buried in the oldest records.”In times of war or supernatural imbalance, assigned partnerships may be overridden for the sake of stability.”Her lips part. *Stability.* Katya *is* stability. She always has been. The academy might see her as an outsider, but to Eve? **She is the only thing that has ever kept her grounded.** And then—**footsteps.** Heavy, deliberate. **Her father. His voice slices through the air like a blade. *”You will not do this. “ eve turns slowly, **fire burning beneath her skin.** *”You don’t control me.”* A dark smile twists across his face. *”You are my blood. That means I decide what you are allowed to want.” She steps forward, **unafraid, unbroken**. *”Not this time.” The silence between them is thick with challenge, electric with defiance. She isn’t backing down. Not for him. Not for anyone. ”Katja stays with me.” I sit in my dorm, listening to the quiet hum of voices outside. The academy is still buzzing with whispers—Eve defied her father. She stood in front of him, in front of *everyone*, and fought for me.** I was supposed to step down. Supposed to disappear, like they wanted me to. But Eve refused to let that happen. The knock at my door is soft, almost hesitant. She never knocks. I don’t move. *"You fought for me,"* I say, voice steady, though my pulse pounds behind my ribs. Eve leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, but there’s no usual smugness in her stance. **Only something fragile. Something uncertain.** "You never had a clan,"* she murmurs. *"So I made sure you did." the weight of her words presses against my chest, pulling me in, forcing me to *see*. This wasn’t about rebellion. It wasn’t just about defying her father. It was *about me.* For the first time, I meet her eyes—**really meet them**—and I see it. The hesitation. The unspoken truth. The way she’s *always* been there, even when I didn’t ask her to be. Even when I never thought she would be. She saved me today. And maybe she’s been saving me all along.**She stands there, watching me, waiting for me to understand something I’m not ready to say aloud.**