Modric’s POV
“Go back inside, Mary Ann.”
The words came out colder than I intended, filling the quiet hallway between us. She stood in the doorway of the Luna Wing, one hand still wrapped around the handle. Her dark curls fell loosely around her shoulders, and the oversized cream sweater she wore softened every curve of her body. The sight of her standing there should not have affected me, but it did. My wolf pushed forward the moment her scent reached me, wildflowers and warmth wrapping around my senses.
She did not obey.
Instead, Mary Ann lifted her chin and studied me with eyes that were far too calm. The nervous girl from the academy would have lowered her gaze immediately. She would have stepped aside, afraid of giving me another reason to laugh at her.
This woman stared directly
