Issahil

The classroom was well lit with the light from the mid-day sun filtering in through the windows. I was sitting at my desk, scribbling on my notebook as I tried hard to focus on the anatomy lesson from the professor. 

The scent of parchment and ink filled the air, mingling with the faint, earthy aroma of the herbs stored in a bunch of apothecary cabinets lining the room. 

Every other student was diligently taking notes as the professor taught, their heads bent over their work. But my mind was elsewhere…

I couldn't help but think of him—Alpha Matthias. It had been two days already since he left yet I...