Kianna's Pov:
The next morning, the whispers started before I even stepped through the school gates.Everyone had already seen the posts and already had their opinions.
By the time I reached the hallway, the air was thick with murmurs — fragments of my name, Maddox's, and Mordred's tangled together like a broken record of gossip.
I walked faster, clutching my books tighter to my chest, trying to breathe past the stares that clung to me.
Then I heard a familiar voice which made me stop in my tracks. "Still pretending you don't feel it, Kianna?"
It was Maddox, he was leaning lazily against the locker right next to mine, arms crossed, that trademark smirk curving his lips — the one that used to make my wolf's pulse stutter before I learned to hate it.
My steps faltered, and I turned slowly to face him. His blue-grey eyes gleamed, dangerous and familiar, like the calm before a storm.
"What do you want?" I muttered, my tone flat, though my heart drummed unevenly in my chest.
