(Keal’s POV Chapter)
Keal had not felt his wolf in months.
Years, if he was honest.
It wasn’t dead—wolves never died unless their human halves broke beyond repair—but his was locked behind thick walls of discipline, duty, and scars no one in Silvercrest dared mention.
That silence had been his sanctuary.
Until now.
Keal sat alone in his office long after sunset, the weak lamplight flickering across scattered evaluation papers. He had reviewed every student’s scores twice, yet his attention kept drifting back—annoyingly, unreasonably—to one name.
Aria Hale.
Omega.
Minimal detectable ability.
Unpredictable resonance pattern.
There was no logical reason she should occupy his thoughts.
And yet…
He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling. Something about that flicker in the crysta
