Reza
Something is wrong.
I feel it the moment I step into the common room.
The sounds are familiar enough by now, low conversation, the scrape of chairs, someone laughing too loudly near the coffee station, but they don’t settle around me the way they did yesterday. They slide past instead, like I’ve stepped into a current flowing the wrong direction.
Too many pauses.
Too many glances that stop just short of meeting my eyes.
I slow without meaning to. Just a fraction. Enough to notice.
Starla lifts her head inside me, alert but uncertain.
- They’re watching, she murmurs.
- I’ve noticed.. I think back, my throat tightening.
I straighten my shoulders and keep moving. I’ve only been here a short while, but I’ve learned this much already: don’t hesitate. Wolves read that like blood i
