POV: Ronan Montague

The iron gates of Moonrise Academy creaked open with a sound like old bones settling, and Ronan felt his wolf stir restlessly beneath his skin. The massive Gothic structure loomed ahead through the Washington mountain mist, all soaring towers and gargoyle-lined parapets that seemed designed to remind students they were entering something far beyond ordinary education.

He gunned the throttle of his Harley, the engine's roar echoing off the stone walls as he rolled up ...