RONAN DARIUS
Amelia?
From the very first day Declan arrived, something about him—or rather her, though I didn’t know that yet—had been off. Wolves have instincts; they can smell lies, sense deceit, and detect fear. But Declan… Declan was a paradox. There was something hidden beneath that calm exterior, something my wolf couldn’t quite name… but it was there, and it made him restless every time Declan was near.
I tried to ignore it at first. New students came every year, and I wasn’t about to lose my mind over one shy, quiet kid who barely talked to anyone. But the more I tried to stay away, the more my wolf kept pulling me back. It was like Declan’s scent haunted the air around the dining hall, the training ground, even the damn library.
Tyler was the first to notice my distraction. “
