Elena’s POV

I didn’t even make it to the dorm gates before someone blocked my way.

“Miss Elena,” a calm voice said. “Please wait.”

It was Leo, Damien’s personal assistant. He was always polite, always in control, the kind of man who smiled without warmth. His dark suit was dry despite the drizzle still clinging to the air, and his hands were folded behind his back as if this were an official visit.

“The Alpha is waiting in the car,” he said. “He asks that you come with me. ...