The minute she bade Kaden goodbye, Philipa did not head for the outer road as he assumed.
Instead, she turned left.
Her steps were light but purposeful as she slipped through the quieter path winding deeper into the inner pack grounds —toward the one place in Crestmoon Pack that existed outside rules, guards, and fear.
The healer’s estate.
Going straight into an all-male academy with the unmistakable scent of a female Alpha was nothing short of suicide. If discovered, it wasn’t exile or imprisonment that awaited her.
It was death by punishment. Public, Merciless, and nforgivable sentence.
Philipa clenched her fists as she moved faster. She needed something—anything—to suppress her scent. Temporarily, as long as it bought her time inside Ashbourne Academy.
Soon, the familiar outline
