Being his luna

3 (Adrian’s Perspective)

The dining hall was a cacophony of noise, but I had long since learned to tune it out. Students chattered, laughter echoed, and the scent of cafeteria food hung heavy in the air. None of it mattered. My focus was on the ancient text in front of me, an artifact of my own history. Something to anchor me as the full moon approached and the beast inside me grew restless.

And then, her scent hit me.

It was delicate, like wildflowers after a rainstorm, mixed with something warm and sweet I couldn’t place. Innocence. Purity. The kind of scent that made my instincts stir. My fingers tightened on the edge of the book as my wolf pushed forward, demanding attention.

I looked up, and there she was.

Ella.

I’d noticed her earlier in class, of course. How could I not? She’d walked in with that shy, uncertain air about her, but it didn’t dim her beauty. Her chestnut-brown hair caught the light, and her hazel eyes held a quiet curiosity. She was stunning in a way that wasn’t intentional—effortless, natural, and completely unaware of the effect she had on others.

And now, she sat alone, scanning the room with the same nervous energy she’d had earlier. When her gaze met mine, I felt a jolt—a sharp, almost electric connection that made the wolf within me snarl. Her wide eyes locked onto mine for a moment, and I could see her panic. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked away quickly, her cheeks tinged pink.

My chest tightened.

This was dangerous. She was dangerous.

She had no idea what she was walking into, no idea who—or what—I was. But I could feel it, the pull of something deeper, something primal. The moon was close, its pull growing stronger with each passing night. I could already feel the edges of control fraying, and her presence only made it worse.

I needed to stay away from her. She was human, innocent, and completely unaware of the world she was stepping into. A world that would devour her whole if I wasn’t careful.

But I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

I watched as the red-haired girl approached her table, plopping down with an easy confidence that Ella clearly didn’t share. Ella smiled, small and hesitant, and it did something to me—something that made my wolf pace in agitation.

This wasn’t just attraction. It was instinct.

She wasn’t just a student.

She wasn’t just human.

And if I wasn’t careful, she would be mine.