Third Person pov :
The Academy Greenhouse was Nova’s secret sanctuary.
It was a glass-domed building hidden behind the library, filled with glowing magical plants, weeping willows, and the soft sound of a small waterfall. It smelled like damp earth and blooming jasmine. It was quiet, peaceful, and entirely away from the exhausting politics of the supernatural world.
Nova was sitting on a stone bench near the water, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her copy of Pride and Prejudice was resting entirely forgotten on her lap.
The glass doors of the greenhouse clicked open.
Nova’s breath hitched. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. The combined scent of cedarwood, golden fire, and winter frost filled the humid air, wrapping around her like a warm, familiar embrace. Her wolf
