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Iva tried to focus on her food.
Tried.
But it was impossible.
Because the feeling of being watched did not fade.
If anything—
It grew sharper.
Heavier.
More deliberate.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze from her tray, her movements cautious as her eyes scanned the canteen more carefully this time.
And then—
She noticed it.
Something… off.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked around again, more attentively now, her senses sharpening not just from instinct, but from awareness.
The students.
The ones watching her.
The ones whispering.
They were all—
Werewolves.
She could feel it.
Sense it.
The familiar energy of wolves, the presence she had grown used to recognizing.
But…
Her heart skipped slightly.
Where are the others?
Her gaze moved again, more focused now, searc
