ASHER
The next three days were hell. Reed texted constantly.
Reed: Come to my room.
Reed: Meet me behind the library.
Reed: I'm in the study hall. Third floor. Now.
And I went, every single time because the alternative was exposure, expulsion and losing everything.
At least that's what I told myself but the truth was becoming harder to ignore. The bond was getting stronger and with it, my body's response to Reed's commands.
I crave them now, craving his voice telling me what to do, craving the way my wolf instincts settled when I obeyed. It made me sick.
On Thursday, Reed texted me during Advanced Combat Theory.
Reed: Come to the equipment room. Back corner.
I stared at my phone. Professor John was mid-lecture. The room was packed.
Me: I'm in class.
Reed: I don't care. You have two minutes.
My hands were shaking as I raised them.
"Professor John? Can I use the bathroom?"
