Ella
That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind raced with what Ethan had demanded, my thoughts going back and forth between anger and fear. The stories about witches were vivid in my memory—wolves who crossed their path never returned.
My wolf was uneasy, pacing restlessly. You have to do this, I told myself. There’s no other way.
By midnight, the academy grounds were silent. I slipped out of bed and pulled on a hoodie, trying to steady my trembling hands.
“Just grab the flower and leave,” I whispered, as if saying it out loud would make it easier.
The moon cast an eerie glow as I crept through the empty hallways, making my way to the fence that bordered the academy. The climb wasn’t easy—the metal was cold and rough against my palms. When I finally reached the top, I hesitated, loo
