Rebecca's pov
The dorm was quiet, eerily so, which only added to my unease. With no tasks left to occupy my hands, I stood at the window, staring at the patchy lawn below. The setting sun bathed the horizon in hues of gold and pink, but it did little to calm the storm inside me.
I’d already cleaned every corner of my tiny room twice today, and the unnatural silence was starting to weigh on me. Sitting on my bed, I leaned back against the cold wall, my eyes fixed on the peeling white paint. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes briefly.
And there it was again—the memory of the woods. The wolf.
His image lingered in my mind like a shadow, but something was different this time. The scent I’d picked up earlier lingered even now. Pine and wood, earthy yet sharp, wrapped around my senses like a
