Melissa’s POV

The next morning, I told myself that everything that had happened was just a memory. That Joem’s voice, his touch, the heat that flared between us, all of it, was nothing more than a by-product of the full moon. But when I caught sight of him across the training yard, the world tilted again.

He was talking to one of the instructors, his back straight, his expression unreadable. But when his gaze flicked to me just once, I felt a sharp jolt run all over me, and I quickly looked away.

The drills passed in a blur. My body moved out of habit, but my mind was elsewhere,...