Nova pov :
It was 2:00 AM, and the entire Royal Academy was fast asleep.
I stood on the cold stone balcony of my dorm room, wrapping my oversized grey hoodie tightly around my shoulders. The mountain air was freezing, but my hybrid blood kept me warm. I leaned against the railing, looking up at the glowing full moon.
Inside the room, I could hear the soft, rhythmic breathing of Faith.
A small, genuine smile touched my lips. Faith. In just one week, that girl had become my anchor in this crazy world. Growing up in the human city, I never really had a best friend. Humans thought I was too weird, too fast, or too intense. And when my mom finally told me the truth about my werewolf heritage, I thought the supernatural world would reject me too because I was only a "half" wolf.
But Fa
