Rory's POV
The moment we pull up to Crescent Hills, the energy shifts. It’s like walking into a den where every beast is already sniffing the air, waiting, watching, judging.
Outside the black car, students are gathered in clusters, whispering with hungry curiosity. Their eyes gleam with wonder, most with calculation. The Luna’s daughter has arrived. The infamous stepdaughter of Alpha BlackFang.
Me.
Before Jaxon even gets the chance to kill the engine properly, I swing the car door open hard. It slams against its hinges with a satisfying thud.
He winces. “Careful, honey. Spoil that and you’re buying me a million-dollar tinted glass.”
I glare at him as I step out, not bothering to fix my skirt or adjust my bag. Let them see me however the hell they want.
Jaxon’s smile is lazy, smug,
