I could feel him, like he was part of me now, and my wolf was calm for the first time. But I knew it was risky—he was my teacher, and I hadn’t shifted yet. I thought he’d feel the same, that he’d want me too.

After an afternoon class a few days later, my heart started racing, hoping he’d say something about the bond. Instead, he didn’t even look at me. His voice was cold as he gave instructions, and when class ended, he said, “Micca, stay behind.”

Lila nudged me as she grabbed her bag. “Again?” she said, her eyes wide. “What’s with you and him? The last time...