Nova’s POV
The corridors of the Academy blurred as Max led her through them, his hand warm around hers. His grip wasn’t forceful, but firm—like he needed to feel her, to know she was really there. Her feet barely felt the ground beneath her; her senses had narrowed to him and him alone.
The mate bond was buzzing, thick in the air, alive and electric. Her skin prickled where their hands touched, as if starlight coursed through her veins instead of blood.
She had imagined this moment a thousand times as a little girl—meeting her mate. But none of those daydreams had come close to this.
To Max.
To the Lycan Prince.
To the boy who once tormented her with words that cut and glances that burned—and who now looked at her like she held the entire moon in her eyes.
They stopped at his door,
