The next two days passed in a blur.
Lori moved through her classes like a ghost, present in body but absent in every other way. She took notes she wouldn't read, answered questions she wouldn't remember, and sat through lectures that washed over her like water over stone.
Her mind was elsewhere.
Always elsewhere.
With him.
She barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him—Headmaster Attia, standing at the front of the classroom, his dark eyes fixed on her, his deep voice saying her name. *Lorelei.* The memory made her chest ache and her stomach flutter in ways she couldn't control.
Her wolf, Layla, was not in better condition. The pacing had stopped—replaced by a restless, watchful stillness that was somehow worse. Layla spent hours curled in the corner of Lori's mind, he
