The dorm room was quiet when I pushed the door open. Freya's bed was neatly made, her blanket folded at the end, but she wasn't there.
A small note on her pillow read: Staying with a family friend. Don't miss me too much!
I sighed and tossed my bag onto my bed.
My brain was still buzzing from the basketball court and the golden eyes by the pool. My skin crawled at the memory.
I shuddered, grabbing and flipping it open. The glow of the screen filled the room as I typed, Moonveil Academy wolves.
Nothing.
Not a single useful article. Just cheesy school blog posts about the "wolf mascot" of the basketball team.
"Ugh," I muttered. "Figures."
Next, I typed, creature with golden eyes.
This time, the results were a mixed bag: random folklore sites, sketchy Reddit threads, and one particularly dramatic page titled Lycans: The Truth Behind the Legend.
I clicked it.
A grainy image of a wolf with glowing amber eyes filled the top of the page.
