Ravenwood High was the kind of school where secrets hung in the air like mist. Rumors formed quickly, and the newest one started the moment a black car stopped at the front gate. A boy stepped out—tall, pale, sharp-eyed. His name was Aleron Vale, a transfer student everyone immediately whispered about.
He walked through the hallways with quiet confidence, ignoring the stares. His steps were controlled, precise—almost too graceful. Some students thought he looked like royalty. Others thought he looked like danger.
Across the hallway, Lyra Hale slammed her locker shut. She was known for her quick reflexes, sharp senses, and ability to outrun nearly everyone in school. Her confidence was natural and loud—nothing like Aleron's quiet presence.
When their eyes met for the first time, Lyra felt her instincts shift—an alertness she couldn't explain. Wolves always sensed danger before anyone else did. And Aleron? His gaze sharpened as if he recognized something in her too.
They walked past each other, both pretending not to notice the strange pull in the air.
But neither forgot the moment.