Gianna.
The next day felt like it was crawling. My body was still buzzing from the strange surge of energy I felt yesterday — the wolf inside me was restless, whispering, pacing. By the time I got to English class, I just wanted some quiet.
The classroom was cool, the faint hum of the air conditioner mixing with soft chatter. Rue waved at me from the back, but I slipped into a seat by the window, pretending not to notice Ivan was sitting directly opposite me.
His sleeves were rolled up, forearms flexed on the desk, his pen spinning lazily between his fingers. He looked relaxed — too relaxed — like he didn’t know what his presence did to me.
Our professor, Mrs. Leclerc, stood at the front of the class, silver glasses perched on her nose. “All right, everyone. Today, we’ll be discussing
