Chapter 2: Wolf at the Door
817 Words
Kade's POV
She smells wrong.
I've been trying to figure it out for three years, and that's the only explanation I have. Seren Ashfall smells wrong. Not bad, just wrong. Different. Like wildflowers growing in winter, like something that shouldn't exist but does anyway.
It drives me insane.
I sit in the back of Thane's classroom, watching her take her usual seat in the front row. She's early, always early, like being on time isn't enough for someone like her. Luna sits beside her, their heads bent together over a shared notebook.
My wolf paces inside my chest, restless and irritated. He's been like this for months, getting worse every day. I don't understand it. She's nothing. A Surrogate. A placeholder. Beneath my notice.
So why can't I stop noticing her?
"You're staring again," Cipher says from the desk beside me.
I drag my eyes away from the back of Seren's head. "I'm not staring."
"Sure. And I'm not planning to steal your Alpha position after graduation."
"You can try."
Cipher grins, all teeth and ambition. We've been friends since childhood, raised together by families who rule the largest packs in the northern territories. He's smart, dangerous, and completely honest about wanting power.
I respect that.
"Seriously though," he continues, his voice dropping lower. "What's your obsession with the Surrogate? You've been riding her ass since she got here."
I don't have a good answer. The truth is complicated, buried under instincts I don't want to examine too closely. Every time I see her, my wolf reacts. Every time she's nearby, my skin feels too tight.
It's easier to push her, to make her move, to remind her and myself that she doesn't matter.
Except it doesn't work.
"She needs to learn her place," I say finally.
"Pretty sure she knows her place. You've made it clear enough."
Professor Thane enters before I can respond, his long coat sweeping behind him like wings. He's old, older than any wolf should be, with silver hair and eyes that seem to look through you instead of at you.
Those eyes land on me for a moment, and I feel assessed, weighed, found wanting.
I'm the Alpha heir. I don't find wanting.
"Good afternoon," Thane begins, his voice carrying easily through the classroom. "Today we're discussing the Bloodline Wars. Specifically, the purging of families deemed dangerous to pack stability."
Seren's hand shoots up.
Thane smiles slightly. "Yes, Miss Ashfall?"
"What made them dangerous?"
Her voice is soft but clear. I've heard her speak maybe a dozen times in three years, and it always catches me off guard. There's a quality to it, a resonance that makes my wolf lift his head and listen.
"An excellent question," Thane says. "The official records claim these families practiced forbidden magic, that they threatened Alpha authority with unnatural abilities."
"And unofficially?" Seren presses.
"Unofficially, they were simply too powerful. Too respected. They led through wisdom rather than force, and that terrified those who ruled through dominance alone."
The classroom goes quiet. This kind of talk, questioning Alpha superiority, borders on blasphemy. My father would have Thane removed if he heard this lesson.
But I find myself leaning forward, interested despite myself.
"What happened to them?" Luna asks.
"They were hunted. Executed. Erased from history." Thane's expression darkens. "Entire bloodlines wiped out in a single generation. Children killed alongside their parents. It remains one of the darkest chapters in our history."
Seren's shoulders tense. I notice because I'm always noticing her, cataloging her reactions, tracking her movements like prey.
Like something important.
"Were there any survivors?" she asks.
"The records say no." Thane meets her eyes. "But records can be wrong."
Class continues, but I barely hear it. My attention stays fixed on Seren, on the way she takes notes with fierce concentration, on how she worries about her bottom lip when she's thinking hard about something.
My wolf wants to go to her.
I tell him to shut up.
When class ends, I make sure to walk past her desk on my way out. Close enough that her scent hits me, wildflowers and winter, wrong and right and completely intoxicating.
She doesn't look up.
She never looks up.
"Kade," Thane calls. "A moment."
I stop, waving Cipher ahead. The classroom empties until it's just me and the professor who sees too much.
"Be careful," Thane says quietly.
"With what?"
"With games you don't understand. With people you think are beneath you." His silver eyes bore into mine. "The world is changing, and those who can't adapt get left behind."
"Is that a threat?"
"It's a warning. From someone who has seen empires fall and new powers rise." He gathers his papers. "Cruelty is easy, Kade. It requires no strength, no courage. Remember that."
He leaves me standing there, my wolf snarling inside my chest, both of us unsettled in ways I refuse to name.
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