The moonlight filtered through the tall windows of the library, casting elongated shadows on the walls. Zoe leaned back in her chair, rubbing her eyes after hours of pouring over the basics of pack history, strategy, and the intricacies of their laws. She had always prided herself on her determination, but tonight, the weight of her family’s tragedy made it harder to focus.
Dominic sat across from her, flipping through a leather-bound volume with his usual casual ease. His sharp, calculating gaze drifted from the pages to Zoe, who had given up entirely and let her head fall to the table.
“You’ve got to pace yourself,” Dominic teased, his voice warm and lighthearted. “Burning out on week one isn’t the way to impress the professors.”
Zoe groaned, lifting her head just enough to shoot him
