Cain
“You’ve been quiet too damn long,” Rhaziel mutters, smacking a hand against my shoulder with that smug-ass smirk he always wears like a crown. We’re seated opposite each other in the academy’s courtyard, moonlight spilling down like it's eavesdropping.
But all I can think about is her.
Saoirse.
And how we haven’t talked since Rachel exploded everything to hell.
My wolf is restless. Pacing. Growling. He’s blaming me for every damn thing. And maybe he's right.
I exhale sharply, jaw tight. “How can you act so chill?” I snap, voice rougher than intended. My claws threaten to push through.
Rhaziel’s jaw tics. He shifts in his seat, back now rigid. “Chloe?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“You say it, Cain,” he drawls with venom-laced cool. “She spreads her legs for anyone with a last name and
