Nadia
I spent the entirety of my Lycanthropic Literature lecture trying to shake off the lingering chill Freda’s behaviour had sent through me. I had something much, much worse to prepare for.
Strategic Theory. Vincent’s class.
The idea of seeing him again so soon after everything…it tormented me. How could I possibly sit in that classroom as if nothing had happened between us? As if we hadn’t built up a fragile, beautiful equality and trust together in our close-knit month at his villa, only for him to literally turn his back on me and everything we were?
How could I sit there and pretend he wasn’t my mate? That I wasn’t his, even if he didn’t want me?
But I’d made my decision to return to Fenris Hall for myself, and I wasn’t going to back down. Not from Vincent, not from Kael,
