The next day in class, I could barely focus. Berlin’s eyes kept finding me, and every time, my skin tingled, my wolf screaming for him. After class, he stopped me as I was leaving. “Micca,” he said, his voice low. “Meet me in my office.”

Lila gave me a wide-eyed look. “What’s that about?” she whispered.

“I don’t know,” I said, my heart racing. “Maybe about the books yesterday.”

“Be careful,” she said, grabbing her bag. “Tell me later, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, but my stomach was flipping. I followed him to his office and he shut the door behind us. We were alone in the office, and my wolf...