Val’s scent lingered in my head, sweet and wrong, like a secret I wasn’t supposed to know.

My wolf hadn’t stopped pacing since, clawing at me, demanding I figure him out. The wolfsbane vial I’d found under his bed was tucked in my pocket, its bitter smell a constant reminder that something was off about Val Rhen.

I leaned against the dorm wall, my jaw tight. I was about to ask Val about it, when a shout from outside snapped me alert.

“Rhen! Get your ass to The Pit!” Severus ...