Zara's POV
I wasn't supposed to be in the library after hours.
But then again, I wasn't supposed to be a half-wolf, half-human freak either, so what was one more broken rule?
The halls were dead quiet, just the soft creak of the old wood beneath my boots and the flicker of torchlight on the stone walls. Most students were asleep or pretending to be. Me? I couldn't sleep even if I tried.
Not after the kiss. Not after Ronan walked away like it meant nothing.
And definitely not after the way Miles had looked at me this morning, all smug and dark like he knew something I didn't.
I needed air, space, and answers.
Instead, I ended up here.
I don't know why I went back to the library. Maybe because books don't lie. Or maybe because part of me remembered what the headmist
