Rhett:
The second she steps into the hall, my entire world contracts. I catch her scent first—sweet and sharp, honeyed and feral—and then the heat behind it, the living, breathing thrum of her. She’s moving toward her next class, purposeful, but I can see the weight in her step, the tight coil of exhaustion. She shouldn’t be carrying this much. Not alone.
I move instinctively, the wolf inside me flaring, claws of instinct scraping the edge of my control. I don’t even think about it; I just surge toward the others.
Silas is already there, all shadow and patience, his fingers brushing through the dark air like he’s knitting the edges of the world to keep it from tearing. Kai’s eyes are sharp, darting, calculating—he’s already piecing together the puzzle we don’t yet understand. And Lucian
