Masuk“It’s just a way of taking your mind off the pain,” Calian says, his breathing already turning heavier. “The kissing… it helps. As long as it doesn't turn into full sex, all is good.”Troy blinks, trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. “Okay, that's interesting. Why not full sex?”“Because you don't want to turn while you're inside someone else.”Troy almost chokes on her drink. “Oh.”Before she can even process the image, her plastic cup slips from her fingers, clattering against the dirt. The heat hits her again, doubling her over. She claws at her face, screaming as the agony behind her eyes turns unbearable. “Ow, fuck! My eyes are burning!”Everyone in the clearing halts, turning their naked bodies to stare at her.“It’s gonna be over soon,” Calian barks, rushing to stand in front of her.But the burning is too intense. Her fingernails dig into her skin, trying to literally claw her eyeballs out of their sockets to make the heat stop. Calian hooks his large hands around her wris
Troy pulls her hair up into a tight bun. It’s been irritating her the whole day. And if it isn't the way her clothes scratch against her skin, it’s the fact that she’s neither cold nor warm—and both at the exact same time. At this point, it feels as if she could unzip her skin suit and simply climb right out of it. Her whole body is feeling alive, vibrating with an unnatural, restless current.Her dorm room had been a good sanctuary to her this past week, but of course, tonight is the full moon. The mere idea of it is simply suffocating. She knows something will happen. But what? And will it hurt?Calian told her to turn with them and use her own strength. But wouldn't it be easier to just go to Dorian? To let him help her? Or would that make her dependent on him from that point on? She thought the decision was already made, but now, it doesn't seem so easy.She told Dorian that she wasn't going with him, and he actually agreed. Why? He mentioned something about how he gets w
She has been moving her things inside the dorm all morning.Luckily, it’s Saturday, so the dorm hallway stays mostly quiet. No students lingering around. No awkward introductions. No curious questions she doesn’t even know how to answer herself.And honestly, she prefers it that way.Her bags lie scattered across the room while she unpacks slowly, folding clothes into drawers that don’t belong to her yet. The room smells faintly of fresh detergent and old wood polish. And it gives a sense of... safety.The word irritates her instantly.Because she knows exactly who did this. The same person who made her feel safe as a child. Then disappeared.Her fingers tighten around one of her shirts before she shoves it harder than necessary into the drawer.Why? That part still isn’t clear. Is the diary-planting and whole pack-joining thing really working? No matter. She had to accept this. There is just no other way.She had been running out of money fast. Between the motel, the Ubers, and bar
Chapter 20She had told Trish her real name. Didn't have much of a choice. But only that and some necessary bits and pieces of her past, and especially of Dorian. Because sooner or later, she’ll find out eventually. Just as well, earlier in the week, Calian invited them both to a party at his house. When he did, he seemed so open and friendly. Not at all like the man that had pure cold murder in his eyes for the mere second he thought she was Dorian’s blood.Troy and Trish stop outside the house. Music already pulses through the walls, deep enough that Troy can feel the bass in her ribs before they even walk in.The place is massive. Not polished-rich like Dorian’s mansion. This feels louder. Warmer. Alive.“Okay,” Trish mutters beside her while fixing her top, “if Calian looks even better outside campus, I might actually lose my mind.”“You lost it three days ago,” Troy says dryly. The poor woman had been suffering since Calian invited them over that day on the campus grounds.Tri
Dorian“I always knew there was something off about you.”Dorian looks up from where he sits lazily on the grass, leaning back on one arm from inside his circle of loyal wolves. A cool breeze sweeps across the campus courtyard, rustling the leaves above. Slowly, a half-smile spreads across his face, smooth and completely unbothered. He looks to where his rival stands, cutting off the sunlight.“Calian, what a pleasure. Please, join us.” He gestures with a casual wave of his hand toward an open patch of lawn nearby. “No, thanks.”“Suit yourself.” Dorian picks at a blade of grass, tossing it aside with lazy precision.“I came here to tell you to keep away from Troy,” Calian says, crossing his arms tightly over his broad chest. His boots dig firmly into the turf, his entire posture locking into a rigid, defensive block.“Isn't it Poppy to you?” Dorian muses, his voice dripping with mild amusement. He rolls his shoulders, tilting his chin upward to meet the wolf’s glare. “I thought you
Calian's words had been working through her mind for two days. For two days, she hadn't spoken to him or Dorian. The latter seemed otherwise occupied. Or he ignored her flat out, pretending she didn't exist.The idea seemed so far-fetched at the start, but the more she thought about it, the more she realised it could be true. Ever since she came to this exact place, she has been feeling weird around the full moon. She even stepped into real danger when she went into the woods that first night. How did she never feel this before she came here?And behind her disguise hides another truth. Her eyes. Green. Same as Calian’s and the wolves. Since she never knew her birth parents, she will never know if she is from the same family line. So it seems it will all be left for discovery.At least there is still some time before the next full moon, and enough time to figure this out.“Hey, Poppy,” Calian's voice sounds from behind her. Turning around, she finds him flanked by a few more guys fr







