The academy watched Glosh now.
She felt it the moment she stepped onto the stone corridor the next morning. Not whispers—those had faded. This was quieter. Sharper. Like eyes tracking her from behind walls, from behind polite smiles, from behind authority.
The kind of attention that didn’t ask questions.
It judged.
Her wolf paced restlessly beneath her skin, no longer wild, but alert. Listening.
Cael walked beside her, his presence a constant anchor. He hadn’t touched her since training ended the night before, yet she felt him as clearly as if his hand were wrapped around her wrist.
“Don’t react,” he murmured without looking at her. “That’s what they want.”
Glosh kept her gaze forward. “They already know something’s wrong.”
“Yes,” he said. “They just don’t know how much.”
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