**_Lilac_**

My back hurts, and my head feels like it's going to explode. Heavens help me for the next sessions of defense art class we would be taking.

"Do you need help with your backpack, Mikrs?" Roman asks me. We are going to the library after our fourth and last class today and after I have succesfully registered my major Lycan therapy with the dean on my request, and I feel like absolute shit. Goddess knows how I managed to survive the rest of my classes after that brutal showdown with Beryl Caulder.

I don't even reply Roman as I hand him my backpack, hands bunched at my hip to...