Ella
I struggled against the guard’s grip, my heart hammering. This couldn’t be happening. If they reported me to the principal, I was done for. Worse, Ethan would hear about it.
“Let me go,” I hissed, twisting my wrist, but the guard held firm. He was a broad man, taller than me by at least a foot, with a stern face and sharp, watchful eyes. His uniform bore the academy's crest, and his scent—strong and earthy—marked him as a wolf.
“You know I can’t do that,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re out past curfew, and sneaking around the woods, no less. You’re lucky it was me who caught you and not—”
He stopped abruptly, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. His eyes flickered toward the flower clutched in my hand, and his entire posture tensed.
“What the hell is that?” he aske
