A THRONE OF SHADOW AND SOULMATES
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gonna drown
he rain, low, teasing,
versity's quad into a sea of puddles, lightning slicing the sky above the old stone buildin
car, the kind that didn't belong anywhere near student housing. He looked l
k Cl
through the rain, she could see it - his eyes, faintly red. The firs
the pages had already turned to pulp. "I'm fine!" she shouted over
rough smoke. "Fiery. I like it. Are you always
she shot back, "or just with gir
toward her. "I've seen you in mythology class," he said, voice dropping just
ut because he'd noticed her at all. "What's you
low and rough. "Only t
loomed in her cheeks. She turned away. "Save
mirk she couldn't see. "In
in her mind, soft and ca
eading to the forest,
ion: Pack
iding behind human faces, but Skye had been born on the border
n't see the car until it
rs and sketches scattering like feathers. Ink bled into
creeched
r back. For a few seconds, all she could hear was the st
re
brighter-red, unmistakable now. For a split second, she swo
tting through the downpour. "
t, she almost let him. Then instinct -
g herself up. "Just try not
when Derek Clawson looked at them. Skye snapped
me fix this," he said softly.
says, crumpled and soaked. "Keep
e page - a sketch of a golden
a
alive. Her breath caught. Derek froze too, eyes wide, the same shock mirrored there. F
at's takin
gh everything. Shar
y rain, her heels clicking against the wet
lutching her ruined notes - and her smirk de
Derek muttered wit
park still burned under her skin, wild and confusing. "I
rned t
ad changed - lower, commanding.
ed. Slowl
our name?
ying. Then, for some reason sh
ky
into the storm before he
, her name echoing in his mind. Skye. It
r. She's nobody. A broke scholarsh
'd felt - that spark - wasn't huma
wed by thunder. Somewhere beyond the u
e expectations, the training, his father's shado
r plastered to her neck. She slammed the door
guard - pale face, wide eyes, and a faint go
ttered. "Now I'
er ruined notes lay. The golden wolf she'd sketched shimmered faintly benea
uzzed. A te
est. All good, lit
out there - but she didn't. She couldn't. Instead, she sat on her bed and st
istant, a w
er eyes didn't fade. It pulsed - faint, then str
end of the storm
der. The sound wasn't just w
e knew - this was