{Elira}
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I closed the yearbook, its leather cover warm from my hands, and carried it to Zenon's desk.
He looked up briefly from his laptop, eyes calm and unreadable. "Done?"
"Yes," I said, setting it down gently. "But just for today."
A faint flicker passed over his face, almost like he had more to say. But instead, he just nodded. "Study hard."
I tilted my head slightly. That… wasn't what he had been about to say. I could feel it — the way his lips had parted, the hesitation. But Zenon was Zenon. If he didn't want to speak, no one could make him.
"Thank you," I murmured, stepping back.
He didn't answer. He just lowered his gaze back to the screen.
I left the office quietly, my footsteps soft against the polished marble of the administrative building.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the glass walls, painting gold lines across the floor as I made my way outside.
On the walk back to the dorms, my thoughts slipped to my wolf.
