LOGINRae
By 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 conversation like he had every right to define it. Every moment replayed in my mind, refusing to settle, leaving me with the distinct, uncomfortable sense that something had shifted around me without my permission.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting it close quietly behind me before I moved any further. For a second, I just stood there, staring at the familiar layout of the room like it might anchor me back into something steady, something predictable, something I could control.
It didn’t.
“Well,” Chrissy said from across the room, her voice light but her eyes far too observant, “that didn’t take long.”
I glanced over at her.
She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching me with the kind of curiosity that meant she had already heard half the story from someone else before I ever made it back to the dorm.
“You’re all anyone is talking about.”
“I doubt that.”
“Rae.” Chrissy gave me a look. “You had Julien Bennett walk you back to the dorms.”
I set the box down on my desk. “He walked in the same direction.”
“That isn’t how anyone else sees it.”
I let out a slow breath.
Of course they didn’t.
Julien Bennett wasn’t just another student. He was the future Beta of Ravenwood. One of the four wolves everyone watched. One of the four wolves every girl at this academy practically worshipped.
And somehow, for reasons I still didn’t understand, he had decided to keep talking to me.
“I told him to leave me alone,” I said.
“And he didn’t.”
“No.”
Chrissy’s eyebrows lifted.
“Exactly.”
I opened the box, pretending to focus on the contents instead of the conversation.
“I don’t know why everyone is acting like it’s a big deal.”
“Because it is a big deal.”
I looked up.
“Rae, you’re the only human at Ravenwood Academy. Most people expected you to spend four years keeping your head down and counting the days until graduation.”
That hit a little too close to home.
Because that had been exactly my plan.
Graduate.
Leave Ravenwood.
Leave the wolf world behind.
Build a life somewhere nobody knew who I was.
Somewhere I wasn’t constantly reminded that I didn’t belong.
“I still plan on doing that,” I said quietly.
Chrissy’s expression softened.
“I know you do.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem,” she said carefully, “is that the future Beta of Ravenwood just spent an entire day making it obvious he wants to know you.”
I stared at her.
“He doesn’t know me.”
“He’s trying to.”
“And that’s exactly why this is a problem.”
The words came out sharper than I intended.
I pushed a hand through my hair and looked away.
“People like Julien don’t become friends with people like me.”
“Why?”
A humorless laugh escaped me.
“Because people like me leave.”
Chrissy frowned.
“Rae—”
“No, really.” I looked back at her. “In four years I’m gone. That’s the plan. I graduate, I leave Ravenwood, and I never have to spend another day wondering whether I belong in a pack that doesn’t want me.”
The room went quiet.
I pulled the rabbit from the box and ran my thumb over one of its worn ears before setting it on my pillow.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then Chrissy sighed.
“You didn’t change today.”
I glanced at her.
“But everything around you did,” she continued. “You can pretend it didn’t if you want, but people noticed. Quinn noticed. The whole academy noticed. And whether you like it or not, Grant noticed.”
That one landed.
I hated that it did.
“I don’t care what Grant noticed.”
The lie sounded weak even to me.
Chrissy’s expression said she knew it too.
“Maybe not,” she said gently. “But I think you’re lying if you say it doesn’t matter.”
I looked away first.
Because I wasn’t sure I could argue with her.
The silence stretched between us, not uncomfortable, just heavy with everything we both understood and couldn’t fix.
I sat down on the edge of my bed, letting out a slow breath as the tension finally started to settle into something dull and constant instead of sharp and overwhelming.
“I just need things to go back to normal,” I admitted.
Chrissy’s smile was small and a little sad.
“I don’t think that’s an option anymore.”
The knock came before I could respond.
Both of us stilled.
I hadn’t been here long enough for anyone to show up uninvited, and the certainty behind the knock left no room for hesitation or second-guessing. Whoever it was, they weren’t unsure about being there.
Chrissy glanced at me, curiosity flashing immediately.
“Are you expecting someone?”
“No.”
The knock came again, just as deliberate as the first.
Chrissy was already moving before I could say anything else, sliding off her bed and crossing the room with the kind of easy confidence that came from not carrying the same weight I did.
“Chrissy—”
“It’s fine,” she said, already reaching for the handle. “Relax.”
That was easy for her to say.
I stayed where I was, my attention fixed on the door as she pulled it open, my pulse picking up in a way that felt disproportionate to the situation but impossible to ignore.
For a moment, all I could see was her back.
Then she shifted slightly, and whatever she saw on the other side changed her expression just enough to make my stomach tighten.
“Oh,” she said.
Not startled.
Not cautious.
Just interested.
“Who is it?” I asked.
Chrissy didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stepped back, giving the person outside just enough space to step into view.
And when I finally looked up, it wasn’t who I expected.
Not even close.
GrantThe cafeteria doors slammed shut behind Rae.For a moment, the room seemed to forget how to breathe.The laughter lingered for another second before beginning to taper off, replaced by the uneasy shifting of students who suddenly found their lunches far more interesting than the girl who had just fled the room covered in food. A few conversations resumed in hesitant whispers, but the atmosphere had changed. Even the smell of hot food seemed heavier now.Three chairs scraped backward almost at the same time.Julien stood first. Linc followed a heartbeat later, while Brax carefully lowered the fork he had halfway to his mouth back onto his tray. The grin that normally seemed stitched permanently across his face had vanished, replaced by an expression I had only seen a handful of times over the years.None of them looked at each other.They didn’t have to.Whatever decision had just been made, all three of them had reached it independently.I pushed my own chair back.“Grant.”Quin
RaeBy the time the lunch bell rang, my stomach had tied itself into enough knots that I wasn’t entirely sure I was hungry anymore.Combat class had been exhausting in ways that had nothing to do with exercise. Between Mr. Calder trying to sideline me, Quinn’s comments, and somehow ending up training with Julien and Linc, I felt like I’d spent the entire morning standing in the middle of a spotlight I had never asked for.All I wanted now was twenty quiet minutes.The cafeteria was enormous, easily large enough to seat the entire academy at once. Long rows of wooden tables stretched across the room beneath high timbered ceilings, while the smell of fresh bread, roasted meat, and soup drifted from the serving line. Conversations echoed off the stone walls, blending into a constant hum that somehow managed to feel both lively and overwhelming.Chrissy nudged my shoulder as we collected our trays.“I’m going to grab something sweet before they run out,” she said, eyeing the dessert count
RaeA laugh almost slipped out of me, but I swallowed it quickly as Mr. Calder began demonstrating the first drill.The movement was simple enough in theory. One partner grabbed the wrist. The other rotated against the thumb, stepped back, and broke the hold before creating distance. Wolves relied too much on strength. Mr. Calder said that twice, though the only person in the room without supernatural strength was me.Julien demonstrated first with Linc, breaking the hold smoothly and explaining the mechanics under his breath.“Don’t pull backward,” he told me when it was my turn. “That turns it into a contest of strength, and you’ll lose.”“Thanks for the confidence.”“It isn’t personal. It’s physics.”Linc held out his hand. “Against the thumb.”I placed my wrist in his grip.His hold was firm, but careful
RaeCombat Training was the one class I had been dreading since the moment I saw it on my schedule.Not because I was afraid of getting hurt. I had been hurt before. Bruises faded. Split lips healed. Scraped palms stopped stinging eventually.What I dreaded was the reminder.Every other class at Ravenwood Academy could at least pretend I belonged there if everyone tried hard enough. History was history. Strategy could be studied. Pack Law could be memorized, even if most of it had clearly never been written with someone like me in mind.Combat was different. Combat belonged to wolves.The training arena sat behind the main academy building, half indoors and half open to the forest. The structure was built from dark stone and reinforced wood, with wide doors that opened onto the outdoor training fields. Rows of weapons lined the walls: practice staffs, padded batons, wooden daggers, training blades dulled at the
GrantI set the book on my desk, but I already knew I wasn’t going to read it.The room had settled into an uneasy quiet behind me. Brax had finally stopped talking long enough to finish his pizza. Julien sat with his elbows resting on his knees, watching me with the same patient expression he wore whenever he thought he understood something I didn’t. Linc hadn’t moved from the chair by the window.They were waiting.For me to say something.For me to explain myself.
GrantThe walk back to the command suite should have cleared my head.It didn’t.The academy had quieted since dinner, but not enough to hide the whispers that followed us across the courtyard. Students clustered near the dormitory steps and beneath the old stone arches of the leadership wing, pretending not to watch while doing a terrible job of it. Brax walked beside me with the remaining pizza box tucked beneath one arm, perfectly relaxed, as if leaving Rae’s room with contraband food after half the school had already started talking about her was a reasonable way to end the first day.I let the silence stretch as long as I could.“Where did you even get that?”Brax glanced down at the box. “The pizza?”“What else would I be talking about?”His expression brightened with immediate, suspicious pride. “Pizza connections.”“There are no pizza connections.”“That is exactly what someone without pizza connections would say.”“You smuggled food into a restricted dormitory.”“I delivered
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 classes ended, I understood something I hadn’t been prepared for when I walked into Ravenwood Academy that morning.Being ignored had been easier.At least when I was invisible, people didn’t look at me like I was something to be figured out.Now they did.The whispers had changed.
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







