POV: Juliana Capulet

Juliana's wolf had been restless all morning, pacing beneath her skin with an agitation that made it impossible to focus on unpacking her belongings in the elegant dormitory room she'd been assigned in Southcrest Hall. The space was beautiful—tall windows overlooking the academy's Gothic courtyards, antique furniture that spoke to centuries of elite education, and a view of the Washington mountains that reminded her of the freedom she'd sacrificed by coming ...