**Ravyn**
Calculus had never been her favorite subject, but today the numbers on the board might as well have been hieroglyphics. Ravyn stared at the equations, her pen tapping against her notebook in a rhythm that didn’t match the double heartbeat thrumming in her chest.
*Thump-thump… thump-thump… thump-thump…*
It was getting stronger. More insistent. Like her mysterious mate was getting closer by the hour.
“Miss Thorne?”
Ravyn jerked her attention back to Mr. Peterson, who was standing beside the whiteboard with his marker poised, clearly waiting for an answer to a question she hadn’t heard.
“Sorry, could you repeat that?”
A few of her classmates snickered. Ravyn never zoned out in class—she was the girl who always had her hand up, who actually did the reading assignments. But tod
