Raven's POV:
I don't know what was happening to me, but one thing was certain—something inside me was breaking.
The blockers and concealers I'd been injected with were no longer working. I could feel it—the way the air shifted whenever someone got too close, how their heads would turn subtly, nostrils flaring, eyes narrowing like they couldn't quite place what they were smelling. It wasn't strong yet, but it was there. Faint. Dangerous.
I was leaking pheromones.
Panic slithered through my veins like ice water.
If the blockers had really failed, then soon… they'd stop working altogether. And when that happened, I'd be like a magnet—a walking, breathing, irresistible lure to every alpha around me. And since I was in an alpha academy, that meant literally everyone.
maybe… the stress had triggered something in me that even science couldn't bottle up.
