(Adrian POV)
I could feel the shift coming.
The moment Elena ran from the art room, her scent lingered on the air — wild, soft, devastatingly intoxicating. It wrapped around me like a storm cloud, and the animal inside me tore against my ribs.
Mate.
That single word wasn’t a thought.
It was an instinct. A command.
I slammed my hands against the cold sink in the boys’ restroom, trying to breathe through the pain in my bones. My reflection stared back — jaw clenched tight, pupils blown wide, gold bleeding into brown.
This was bad.
Too early.
Too intense.
My wolf shouldn’t be breaking through. Not here. Not now.
But every time Elena looked at me — hell, every time she breathed — something inside me snapped.
Claim her.
“Not here,” I muttered under my breath.
My voice sounded dist
