ASHER'S POV
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The dorm was still dark when I woke up. Lila lay curled on her bunk, her face soft but tight even in sleep. Yesterday’s panic hadn’t left her, and it tore at me.
My mate was scared, and I couldn’t fix it. Not yet. Eli, my wolf, growled low in my chest, pushing me to do something, anything to make her feel safe.
I slipped out to the mess hall and grabbed some bread, eggs, and a cup of tea. It wasn’t much, but I wanted to give her something normal, something steady after Rowan’s storm of a visit. When I got back, she was stirring, her pretty blue eyes blinking open, confused.
“Asher?” she murmured and sat up. Her short hair stuck out in messy spikes that made her look more like Lila than Liam. It was getting too long for the disguise; we’d have to fix that soon.
“Broug
