Scarlett’s POV

The academy courtyard empties fast after the last bell rings. The hum of engines fills the air as sleek cars pull out of the gates one after the other.

But mine… doesn’t show.

It’s been thirty minutes. Maybe more.

The chill creeps into my bones before the worry does.

Alpha Killian’s driver has never been late. He’s precise to the second, and I know that because Killian himself hates tardiness. It’s one of his unspoken rules: everything and everyone tied to him must ...