The campus felt strangely small as Nova walked through the courtyard. It had only been a few days since she’d left the Crescent Moon Pack's sacred place, but already the weight of their offer—their patience in letting her take her time to choose—seemed a distant comfort. As she moved between the buildings, Nova couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. It was the kind of sensation that crawled along her skin, making her look over her shoulder far more than was normal.
She slowed her pace, scanning the faces around her. Students chatted in groups, absorbed in their own worlds. But there, near the edge of the courtyard, she saw a familiar face. A pair of cold, calculating eyes. Silver Ridge Pack. She recognized the guy instantly—one of Dorian's enforcers. He wasn’t trying to
