The bell had rung hours ago, but Iva's mind was still spinning.
Classes had begun like a thunderclap—loud, sudden, and impossible to ignore. Professor Thomas's history lecture had droned on for what felt like an eternity, but she had hung on every word, her pen flying across the notebook as she took notes. Then came practical magic theory, then pack politics, then a brutal session of endurance training that had left her lungs burning and her legs trembling.
It was a roller coaster.
Intense. Relentless. Exhausting.
And Iva loved every second of it.
She had always enjoyed studying. Back in her original pack, before everything fell apart, she had been the one sneaking into the pack library after hours, devouring books while the other pups slept. Learning was her escape. Her weapon. Her w
