POV: Lukan Silva
I don't sleep after we leave the principal's office. None of us do, from the sound of it, four separate sets of footsteps pacing four separate rooms long after the sun has fully risen over the courtyard. The lockdown has already tightened around us, guards were posted at every entrance to the wing, though none of that seemed to matter much when whatever attacked her tonight was clever enough to walk through a warded wall in the first place.
I keep seeing her eyes.
Gold, unmistakable, glowing in a way that has no explanation I'm willing to accept, not the one forming at the edges of my mind that I keep shoving back down every time it surfaces. I have spent my entire life being told what the bond feels like, the pull, the certainty, the way an entire pack's future can hin
