Jasmin's POV
When he breathed my name into the space between us, it didn't simply reach my ears. It carved through every defense I had built, slicing past flesh and bone until it settled somewhere deep inside my chest. My heartbeat faltered, stumbled, then crashed back to life as if it had stopped entirely before remembering how to function.
"Jasmin."
The way those syllables rolled off his tongue, dark and possessive, wrapped around my wolf like invisible chains. Heather stirred restlessly, drawn toward something she couldn't name or understand.
But how could he know? How could his wolf be calling to mine using that name?
Jasmin wasn't supposed to exist here. She was a ghost I had buried beneath layers of deception the moment I walked through these Academy doors. That girl, the one destined to become some Alpha's perfect Luna, had been locked away behind false scents and careful lies. She was meant to stay hidden for as long as I needed her to be.
