LOGINRaeGrant stood several yards away beneath a line of lanterns, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jacket. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t frowning either. He was simply watching us with that controlled expression I had spent years trying and failing to read.For a moment, the festival noise dulled around me.Then Brax followed my gaze.“Well,” he said under his breath. “There he is.”Julien glanced over but said nothing.Linc’s eyes flicked briefly to me.That was worse somehow.Grant walked toward us without hurry, his attention moving once over Brax, Julien, Linc, and finally me. His gaze lingered on the stuffed wolf tucked against my side. If he had an opinion about it, he kept it to himself.“Grant,” Julien said.Grant nodded once. “Julien.”Brax lifted the plush wolf. “Rae destroyed me at ring toss.”“I did not destroy you.”“You did,” Linc said.I turned to him. “You weren’t even there.”“I believe the evidence.”Grant’s eyes moved to mine for half a second.Something about
RaeBy the time Brax dragged me to the next booth, I was carrying a stuffed wolf, one paper cup of hot cider, and the unsettling realization that I might actually be enjoying myself.That should not have felt as strange as it did.For everyone else, the festival seemed effortless. Students moved from booth to booth in bright clusters, laughing beneath the lanterns as music spilled across the grounds. Wolves from different packs greeted each other with hugs, shoulder slaps, and easy familiarity. Younger children darted between adults with painted moons on their cheeks while older students gathered near the bonfire, pretending not to watch whoever they hoped would ask them to dance later.It was loud.Crowded.Overwhelming.And somehow, with Brax beside me arguing loudly with a carnival game attendant about the “deeply questionable physics” of ring toss, it didn’t feel impossible.It didn’t feel like something I needed to survive.It felt like something I was allowed to experience.Brax
RaeBy the time Chrissy and I stepped through the front gates of Ravenwood Academy, the campus barely resembled the place I’d spent the last week trying to survive.As dusk settled over the mountains, thousands of lanterns glowed overhead, suspended between towering pines and old stone archways. Warm golden light spilled across the paths, mingling with strands of tiny white lights wrapped around tree trunks until the entire academy looked less like a school and more like something pulled from a storybook.Music drifted through the cool evening air.Somewhere beyond the crowd, fiddles and drums blended together with laughter, the scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, caramel apples, cinnamon, and wood smoke weaving together into something warm enough to make my stomach rumble despite the embarrassment I’d carried home from lunch.Chrissy slowly turned in a circle beside me, her eyes growing wider with every direction she looked.“Oh…”She grabbed my arm.“It’s beautiful.”I couldn’t argu
RaeBy the time Friday’s last class ended, I felt like I’d survived an entire month instead of five days.The academy buzzed with an energy that hadn’t existed all week. Conversations drifted through the halls in excited bursts, replacing discussions about assignments and lectures with plans for bonfires, games, music, and which food stalls everyone intended to visit first. Even the instructors seemed distracted. Mr. Whitmore had dismissed us nearly ten minutes early after realizing nobody was paying attention anyway.I couldn’t blame them.The Harvest Moon Festival wasn’t just another school event. It was woven into wolf culture in a way I had never quite understood. Every year I’d watched preparations from a distance while the rest of Ravenwood celebrated together.This year, for the first time…I was actually going.The thought still felt strange.Not because I had suddenly become one of them. I hadn’t.But because someone expected me to be there.Students spilled into the hallway
JulienI didn’t follow Rae because I thought she was in danger. I followed Jesse because I didn’t know him.There was a difference.Rae had disappeared into the girls’ dorm several minutes earlier. I hadn’t missed the way she’d looked over her shoulder before going inside, or the way Jesse had simply smiled, wished her a good evening, and let her go.No pressure.No last-minute attempt to keep the conversation going.No dramatic goodbye.He just… let her leave.Now he stood alone on the stone path outside the dormitory, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he looked toward the fading afternoon sky. He didn’t seem impatient. He didn’t even seem particularly interested in whether anyone was watching him.That, more than anything, made me curious. Most Alpha heirs liked an audience.Jesse Vicker behaved as though he’d forgotten one existed.“You going to stand there all night?”Brax’s voice came from behind me.I glanced over my shoulder as he wandered across the courtyard c
RaeBy the time classes ended for the day, I was starting to suspect Jesse Vicker had somehow obtained my schedule.Not guessed it.Not casually figured it out.Obtained it.He had been waiting outside my next class after leaving me beneath Grant’s stare in the courtyard. Then he had been waiting again after Pack Law. Then again after Supernatural History, leaning against the wall with one ankle crossed over the other like showing up everywhere I happened to be was the most natural thing in the world.Each time, he smiled as if he hadn’t just made my stomach twist itself into another knot.Each time, he walked me to the next classroom.He didn’t push too hard. That was the strange part. He didn’t crowd me, didn’t demand anything from me, didn’t act offended when I kept my answers careful and my steps just slightly faster than his. He simply appeared, fell into pace beside me, and talked like we were already halfway through a friendship I didn’t remember agreeing to.By the final bell,
Rae The Ravenwood Pack had one human.That human was me.Most wolves didn’t bother remembering anything else about me. Not my name. Not how long I had lived on their territory. Just the simple, inconvenient truth that I didn’t belong in their world.Humans didn’t live inside wolf packs.Yet someho
RaeAnd when I finally looked up, it wasn’t who I expected.Not even close.Brax Weston stood in the doorway balancing two pizza boxes, four sodas, and enough confidence to make it seem like he’d been invited.Chrissy’s eyes widened.Brax grinned.“Good,” he announced. “You’re alive.”I blinked.“W
RaeBy the time I made it back to my dorm room, the box in my hands felt heavier than it had any right to.It wasn’t the weight of the things inside it. It was everything attached to them—the way Sonya had looked at me, the way Julien hadn’t backed down, the way Grant had stepped into the conversat
RaeJulien Bennett’s hand remained extended in front of me, steady and patient, as if the weight of the entire courtyard staring at him didn’t exist.For a moment, I didn’t move—not because I needed help getting up, but because of what that gesture meant. Wolves like Julien didn’t involve themselve







