Raine POV
The moon hung low over Moonstone Academy, pale and watchful, casting silver light over the stone archways and the quiet grounds. The Crescent Gate stood at the far edge of the Academy walls old, rusted, and whispered to be the one place students weren’t supposed to linger after dark.
Naturally, that was where Lucian wanted to meet.
My heels clicked softly against the cobblestone as I approached, the night air brushing coolly against the slit of my ankle-length black dress. It wasn’t what I’d normally wear too elegant, too risky but something told me showing up to a meeting with the Lycan heir in sweatpants wouldn’t exactly scream “power move.”
He was already there, leaning against the gate like he owned it head bowed slightly, one hand in his pocket, the other tapping a smoot
