The classroom air was thick and stale, making Lena feel like she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes were locked on the whiteboard unfocused, but she wasn’t really seeing anything. The drawings of Lycan anatomy just looked like a bunch of meaningless lines. 

She was there in the class physically, but her mind has gone very far like a journey of no return. 

Professor Thorne’s boring voice faded into the background, she was already lost in thoughts. The voice of the Alphas kept on ringing in her ears like a persistent echo. 

“We own you now,” the voices said, cold and cruel. “You moan our names.” Her stomach twisted. 

Professor Thorne was...