SEBASTIAN’S POV
I strode across Crestwood’s parking lot, the asphalt crunching under my boots, my briefcase swinging in my grip. The day had been a shitstorm—Vanessa’s venom, Isabella’s tears, the realisation that the girl I made mad love to was my student, the threatening mate bond I couldn’t shake. My first day as a history professor, and I was already drowning in chaos I hadn’t signed up for. All I wanted was my car, my peace, a chance to bury this mess.
My silver Bugatti Chiron glinted ahead, its sleek curves a quiet flex of my wealth, a mask for the Lycan hiding in this human world. The professor gig was just a cover, a way to hunt the Moonborn without drawing BloodMoon’s eyes. But fate had other plans.
A body slammed into mine, soft and slight, knocking the air from my lungs. Ma
