By the time class ended, my pen hadn’t so much as twitched.
I watched the others leave in a flurry of excited chatter until only Dane and I remained. He lingered at his desk, scribbling notes as if I wasn’t even there, the scratch of his pen the only sound in the room. When the silence stretched uncomfortably long, I cleared my throat.
He set his pen down before turning around and crossing his arms.
“I’ve noticed something today,” he said at last. “You weren’t just distracted. You were emitting no magic at all.”
Heat rose in my cheeks. “I… I’ll try harder next time, I promise.”
His expression remained unreadable.
“It doesn’t matter how hard you try, Miss Vane. Werewolves are magic, even the hybrids. The only ones with no magical signature are regular humans… and wolfless shifters.
