Ethan had no memory. He couldn't remember who he was, not a single thing from his past.

Eleanor figured he must've hit his head or something-he talked like a clueless little kid. Totally didn't match his calm and grown-up looks.

Sure, his driver's license proved he was legally an adult-just barely younger than her-but the way he acted? Pure child.

"Come on, take a deep breath," Eleanor sighed for the hundredth time. "I'm calling the healer to take a look at you."

Ethan gave a small, slow shake of his head, looking at her like a lost puppy.

She had no idea what to do with him, so she pressed the call button next to the bed.

The healer showed up quickly. Eleanor met them halfway and gave a quick rundown while Ethan stayed on the bed, never taking his eyes off her.

He let go of her sleeve, just to grab her hand instead. His fingers closed around hers tightly, like he was terrified she'd leave if he didn't hold on.

Once the healer stepped out to get the meds, Eleanor finally turned to really look at him.

That face-no wonder every she-wolf out there would swoon. He had sharp, elegant features that gave off this naturally noble vibe, but right now, that face was filled with wide-eyed innocence.

And those green eyes? Locked onto her, like she was his whole world. He trusted her completely, no question.

Eleanor finally gave in, sighing in defeat. "Alright, I'm not going anywhere. Don't stress. Memory or no memory, I'll stick with you and help figure out where you belong."

Ethan stayed quiet, lost in thought. A few blurry images flashed through his mind-but this time, it wasn't blood and chaos. He saw a little girl standing in front of him, eyes a warm amber and full of curiosity. Her brown hair was neatly braided, nothing flashy about her, but her smile... it was beautiful.

His gaze drifted toward Eleanor, almost instinctively. They looked so much alike.

"We knew each other as kids," he said slowly. "You're my... sister."

Eleanor frowned, confused and a bit overwhelmed. She didn't know how to respond. The only handsome boy she had memories of from her childhood was Carl. Before meeting Ethan, Carl used to be the standard for 'handsome wolf' in her head.

'He's just messed up in the head,' she thought, frustrated. 'Probably mistaking me for someone he used to know. I've never seen him before in my life.'

Right then, the healer from earlier walked back in, carrying a few bottles of medication and started setting up the IV for Ethan.

Eleanor took the chance to step out with the healer, heading toward the office. She needed to figure out what was really going on with Ethan.

When Ethan saw her leaving, his eyes stuck to her back like he didn't want to let her go. It made Eleanor feel a little awkward.

"I'm not sure, Miss Reynolds," the healer said seriously, tone full of concern. "It looks like he might have some brain trauma, but there's nothing wrong physically. It could be psychological-maybe from stress or emotional shock. It's hard to say when he'll recover. My suggestion is to take him home, let him rest, and just bring him back in for checkups."

"No, we're not actually..." Eleanor started to explain.

Before she could finish, a young werewolf burst through the door, panting. "He's freaking out-asking for Miss Reynolds! Please, come quickly, Miss Reynolds. We can't control him!"

Eleanor froze for a second, then quickly followed the girl back to the room.

As soon as she reached the doorway, she saw Ethan yelling like mad in the middle of the room. "Let go of me!"

He was radiating this dangerous energy, and the healers around him clearly didn't dare take a step closer. His eyes were cold and wild, like he could snap at any second. He'd yanked the IV right out of his arm, and blood was dripping down onto the floor.

"Martin, Martin!" Eleanor called out anxiously, rushing over to grab his shoulders. Thankfully, he didn't fight her off. "I'm right here."

Seeing how anxious Ethan was made Eleanor's chest tighten painfully.

It instantly brought her back to her own rough childhood-thrown out by her parents, scared, helpless, constantly on edge. Eleanor knew all too well what being abandoned felt like. That kind of hopelessness? She'd lived it. More times than she could count.

"Where did you go?" Ethan clung to her tightly, pressing his head into her shoulder. "Don't leave me."

"I didn't leave you," Eleanor said softly, heart aching.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I promise. But can we get your IV set up first?"

Ethan went quiet for a moment, the aggressiveness slowly fading from his face.

The healers, who had been frozen in fear, finally started to move again, cautiously.

"Please don't go," Ethan said, still staring at her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Eleanor let out a quiet sigh. "I... won't."

But worry nagged at her. She'd have to leave soon. Classes were in a few hours, and she'd only just returned to campus yesterday. Skipping again would definitely raise red flags.

While she hooked him up to the IV again, Ethan kept holding onto her, not letting go for even a second. He practically melted into her arms, soft and obedient like a big teddy bear.

Eleanor tried to peel him off gently, but one look at his pitifully handsome face, and her hands froze. She couldn't bring herself to push him away.

"Martin, you can let go now," Eleanor said softly, trying not to sound too impatient.

Ethan looked up at her, clearly uneasy. "You're leaving me...? You don't want me anymore?"

He wouldn't budge, clutching her hand tightly like his life depended on it. The look in his clear eyes made her forget about pulling away.

'He's forgotten way too much,' she thought with a sigh. 'It's like taking care of a little kid.'

Still, she really needed to go. She blinked and said gently, "I just have some stuff to take care of, that's all."

"Oh." Ethan didn't look convinced, and he definitely didn't loosen his grip.

Eleanor realized she'd have to wait until he fell asleep. But he didn't. He just sat there all night staring at her like everything was fine. By the time the treatment was finally over, Eleanor was exhausted, and reluctantly paid for the past few days.

"I'm seriously broke..." she muttered under her breath as she pulled Ethan into a cab heading to the police station.

Just as they got in, her phone rang again. She frowned and picked up. The voice on the other end sounded smug. "Eleanor Reynolds? I represent the NOVARA Challenge. We've received your trophy. There's still five thousand in prize money that needs to be returned-make sure it's paid back by noon today, or we'll be taking legal action."

His voice was harsh, laced with heavy sarcasm and contempt.

Eleanor let out a breath, clearly unsure if she could even come up with that kind of money. She was just about to say something when-

Ethan snatched the phone right out of her hand and growled, voice low and dangerous. "Talk to her like that one more time and I swear I'll kill you!"

Eleanor froze, caught off guard by his sudden outburst. His face darkened, eyes cold.

"You thief! You think you can threaten us? All we want is the money back!" The guy on the other end exploded, clearly pissed.

The NOVARA Challenge wasn't exactly a big event, and Eleanor only got five grand for winning it. Until today, they hadn't been able to reach her, and now that they finally had, the guy wasn't even hiding how nasty he was being.

But Ethan had no clue what he was ranting about. "You don't get to bully her!"

That was all he could offer-empty threats with no real bite. The guy muttered something and promptly hung up.

Eleanor stared at the phone, something warm blooming quietly in her chest. No one had ever stepped up for her before. No one had ever tried to protect her like that. She didn't understand why she was even born into the Stormfang Pack in the first place, or what she'd supposedly done wrong.

Since she was a kid, Eleanor had always been the outsider, the one no one wanted around.

Her parents Ivy and Jack couldn't stand her. They picked on her all the time, and that was when she was just a little kid. Eleanor got stuck with all the chores-laundry, cooking, even taking care of her sister-like she was some kind of omega.

She always wore her sister's hand-me-downs and ate whatever leftovers they didn't want. Only Grandma Zoe cared about her, but Zoe was too weak to do anything about it.

Since the minute she was born, real love had been a rarity in her life. Then Ethan showed up like a beam of light cutting through the gloom inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Ethan looked at her with concern, his voice soft. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, shaking her head and quickly wiping her face.

That clueless look on Ethan's face only made her worry more.

The guy remembered nothing, and his mind clearly wasn't all there-there's no way he could survive out there on his own. She had no clue where his pack was, maybe super far. If something happened, would they even make it in time? Was she really just going to drop him off at the station and walk away like nothing?

If no one showed up claiming to know him, things could get even messier. The thought made her stomach twist.

Soon, the car rolled to a stop outside the station. With nerves tying her stomach in knots, Eleanor took Ethan's hand and led him inside.

She glanced at him one last time before deciding to tell the officers everything. Then, letting go of his hand, she took a breath and started to sneak away.

"Eleanor!" Ethan reacted instantly, rushing forward to grab her arm.

Eleanor, clearly anxious, tried to calm him down. "You need to go back to your pack."

"I'm not going," he gripped her tighter. "So it's true... you just want to get rid of me."

His eyes were full of hurt as he let go and bolted, not even glancing back. Eleanor stood frozen, watching helplessly as he ran off.

"Don't run!" she shouted after him in panic. "Martin, I've got school, I really can't take care of you! I don't have money, I can't give you a proper life, Martin..."

She took a few hurried steps, but by then Ethan was already gone.

"Miss Reynolds?" A wolf from the station stepped out holding a file. "We've looked into it. Martin Hunter is an orphan with no pack. In other words, he's a rogue."

Eleanor's face crumpled. That news hit hard, and a pained groan escaped her lips.

Eleanor had no choice but to head back to the academy, but her mind was a complete mess on the way.

Martin had basically vanished. And once the police found out he might be a rogue, they straight-up refused to help. She couldn't even prove that he wasn't dangerous, just a regular werewolf.

But what could she do? She wasn't someone with resources or any kind of power. She could barely afford tuition, let alone launch a full-on search. She hadn't slept a wink last night, and now her head was pounding as she rushed to class.

With five minutes to spare, Eleanor finally made it to the classroom right before the bell rang.

Dragging her feet, Eleanor squeezed into a corner seat, hugging her books like a lifeline. The chatter around her caught her attention.

"Oh my god, did you hear? A snake got into the dorms yesterday!"

"I'm seriously worried. If Phoebe got bitten, what if there's more? What if there's one in our room right now?"

"What happened?" Eleanor couldn't help but ask.

A werewolf sitting nearby gave her a weird look, then muttered, "You really don't know? Last night Phoebe got bit multiple times by a venomous snake in her room. Even the healer couldn't help-she had to be rushed to the hospital."

A venomous snake showing up right in the dorm area? Eleanor's brows pulled together. She had a sinking feeling in her chest-something wasn't right.

"Eleanor, look what you've done!" A shrill, furious voice suddenly cut in.

She slowly looked up and saw Poppy storming toward her, face twisted in anger. Without hesitation, Poppy grabbed the books out of her hands and tossed them all onto the floor.

"Oh really? And what exactly did I do?" Eleanor asked flatly, giving her a cold stare.

"You're not even staying on campus, but you still requested access to the dorms. I actually thought you were living there for real," Poppy spat, her fists clenched tight. "Then boom-you leave a damn venomous snake in the room and nearly kill poor Phoebe!"

"You're a murderer! A psycho!" she shrieked.

Turns out Phoebe had let the snake out too early by accident last night. It had latched onto her the moment it was freed. Lucky break though-the snake wasn't that venomous. If it had been, she probably wouldn't have made it.

"Eleanor did that? That's insane..."

All the werewolves in the classroom glanced over, uneasy creeping into their eyes.

Eleanor stayed calm. "I was supposed to stay there... but you all made sure I couldn't."

"That's total nonsense!" Poppy snapped, her face dark and stormy. "How could a snake just show up in the dorms-right where we live? And it just so happened to come from your room. You're not even staying here anymore, so why is your stuff still in there?"

Eleanor didn't respond right away, her brows drawn together as she tried to piece it all together.

Poppy seized the moment to twist the story. "That was a venomous snake, okay? If the healer hadn't come fast enough, Phoebe would've died. You're basically a murderer!"

"Oh? Well then, go ahead and call someone to arrest me," Eleanor shrugged, completely unfazed. "If you're so sure it was me, get an actual werewolf tracker to check where that snake came from."

Poppy froze, pointing at her with a shaky hand, eyes wide. "You... you..."

"What? Scared now?" Eleanor raised an eyebrow, voice dripping with sarcasm. "If this is such a big deal, why didn't you report it to a detective or the cops? Unless... you're the one behind it and can't risk getting caught?"

Poppy clenched her jaw but didn't dare say anything back. Their whole plan had been sloppy-plenty of people already knew they'd bought a snake. If anyone really started digging into this, they'd get found out in no time.

Eleanor let out a cold laugh, pulling out her phone to make the call.

Poppy's face went pale, and she lunged forward, snatching the phone right out of Eleanor's hand. That's when she caught sight of the pattern on the back of it.

"Ah! This is the phone I lost two months ago!" she shouted, eyes lighting up.

Poppy's face twisted in a nasty grin, her eyes locking onto Eleanor like she'd just won the lottery. "See those initials? P. H. That's my name. You stole it, you thief!"

She was practically bouncing with joy. After all this time trying to catch Eleanor slipping, she finally had what looked like hard evidence of theft.

"I've even got the receipt to prove it's mine," Poppy added smugly, chin high, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look at this pathetic little thief. Not only did she try to steal someone's mate, now she's out here swiping my phone too. Seriously? Stormfang Pack's Luna can't even afford her own phone? That's just sad and disgusting."

Just then, Professor Gibson walked in, his tone sharp as he scanned the chaotic classroom. "What is going on? Class has started."

"Professor Gibson," Poppy was quick to step forward. "I need to report Eleanor. She stole my phone."

The whispers among the students started immediately-eyes filled with judgment turned toward Eleanor. Most looked doubtful and skeptical. But a few still quietly stood by her, silently lending support.

"What's all this about?" Joshua Gibson asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked like he already had a headache forming.

Eleanor was always that top student-the kind professors loved to brag about. Before the plagiarism mess, almost every professor had her back. But now? Completely different story. She'd basically become the embarrassment of the design school-professors included.

"Eleanor, do you want me to call your instructor to sort this out?" Joshua asked, straight to the point.

"Professor Gibson, I didn't steal the phone," Eleanor said firmly, not backing down. "I bought it from a street vendor near school just two days ago. The guy said someone didn't want it anymore. Cost me only three hundred."

"I even have the receipt, and the vendor can vouch for me. If Poppy really thinks I stole it, feel free to check. You'll see I didn't do anything wrong." She quickly fished the crumpled receipt from her pocket.

"Well, in that case," Joshua exhaled, clearly relieved as he nodded, "hurry up and take your seat. We've got class to start."

Poppy pouted, shooting Eleanor a glare before slumping back into her chair, clearly fuming.

The werewolves all went quiet at once, shuffling back to their spots without another word.

"Maybe she did steal it," Poppy grumbled, refusing to let it go. She leaned toward the werewolf beside her. "She probably got the shopkeeper to cover for her. Seriously, she's the Luna of the Stormfang Pack, and she's out here buying a secondhand phone for three hundred bucks?"

She knew full well Eleanor didn't have the guts to steal a phone. She just couldn't stand not being able to pin something on her. So now, she had to take a shot at Eleanor's pride-calling her broke, hoping it would sting.

The werewolf next to her just gave a half-hearted nod. "Yeah, sure."

Poppy kept throwing in quiet jabs, but Eleanor acted like she didn't hear a word.

After class, Poppy stormed out of the room, looking ticked off. She ducked into a corner of the hallway and quickly dialed Katherine.

"Babe, I have some news you're gonna love," she said with a wicked little grin.

Caught up in the thrill of gossip, she had no clue Eleanor was standing silently just a few feet behind her.

Eyes narrowed, Eleanor pulled out her phone and hit record. She wanted to know exactly what Poppy would say.

"You would not believe how pathetic that loser is right now," Poppy said, practically buzzing. "So, my old phone, the one I lost? Apparently, some thief sold it to a secondhand shop. And guess what-I saw Eleanor bought it today. She didn't even peel off the stickers!"

"Wait, she's really that broke?" Katherine's voice came through, shocked. "And what about the snake thing last night? Did it bite her or what?"

Poppy muttered, clearly annoyed, "Ugh, drop it already. She suddenly moved off campus. That snake bit Phoebe-she's still in the hospital. Eleanor is just disgusting, seriously. Anyone who gets near her ends up screwed. Don't worry, Katherine. I'll figure something out. As long as she's still at the academy, she's not getting off easy."

"Even if we can't get her expelled, I'll make sure she totally loses it. Consider it my little gift for you and Carl," she said with a smug little laugh before hanging up, turning around with a hum.

Only to freeze-Eleanor was right there, just a few feet away, staring her down coldly.

Startled, Poppy yelped, slapping a hand over her face. "Ahh!"

Once she came back to her senses, she glared at Eleanor and snapped, "What is wrong with you?!"

"So, it was Katherine pulling the strings all along," Eleanor said, voice calm and even. "Which not only clears me of planting the snake, but also shows this whole setup was Miss Snow's doing. That's your so-called genius Alpha's daughter?"

"Don't drag her into this!" Poppy shot back, eyes sharp. "Like anyone's gonna believe what you say."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, then casually hit play on her phone. From the speaker, Poppy's voice rang out, "Don't worry, Katherine. I'll figure something out..."

"You seriously recorded that?" Poppy went pale. "Shit, you bitch, delete it now!"

She totally didn't see that coming. In her head, Eleanor was just some brainless girl trailing after Carl.

Frantic, Poppy lunged at her, but Eleanor smoothly stepped aside, letting her fall forward awkwardly.

"I already sent it to someone else to keep safe. Even if you snatch my phone, it won't matter," Eleanor said, voice sharp with a smug edge. "You really think I'd be dumb enough to let you destroy something like that?"

"You think Alpha Carl won't come after you?" Poppy snapped, her voice trembling with rage. "He'll do whatever it takes to protect Katherine. She's his favorite, don't you get it? Now delete the damn thing, skank!"

She was practically screaming, but still didn't dare lay a hand on her in the hallway.

"Say that again," Eleanor said coldly, her lips curled in a smirk.

Poppy looked up, ready to throw more insults, but froze when she met Eleanor's eyes. Gone was the timid, clueless girl. What stood there now was someone cold, sharp, and dangerous-like she wouldn't hesitate to destroy her.

"You..." Poppy swallowed hard, fear creeping in. She couldn't believe a delta's daughter could scare her like this. "What are you gonna do?"

"It's nothing serious. But if I hear you trash-talking or messing with me again, that recording's going out immediately."

"How dare you!"

"Go ahead, try me."

"It's just a few words. That's not even proper evidence," Poppy muttered, though her voice shook and she couldn't hide the trembling.

"Oh yeah? Then be my guest." Eleanor's tone was cool and unfazed.

She turned on her heel and walked off, head held high like a queen-calm, fierce, and not looking back.

Eleanor walked ahead in silence, her steps steady.

She used to be the timid one, always keeping her head down in front of Carl. But that version of her? Gone.

Katherine, Poppy, Phoebe... those so-called elite werewolves-she never really fit into their circle anyway.

She grew up alongside Carl, so naturally, she knew all those alpha and beta kids. Didn't change a thing. No one ever truly accepted her.

Being a delta's daughter meant just existing in their world was already a sin. To them, Eleanor was the lowest of the low, like she wasn't even worthy of breathing the same air.

She used to never fight back-just tried to please them, stay invisible, and figure out how to keep her and her parents from being thrown out of the Stormfang Pack. One wrong move, and everything could be taken away.

Later on, she endured it all for a different reason: to avoid offending the powerful pack behind them. She didn't want to bring trouble to Carl or damage Stormfang's reputation. Her silence became her way of protecting them.

But now? She was done. She no longer belonged here.

And she didn't love Carl-not anymore. Without that love, there was no reason to keep pretending.

She'd found enough dirt on Poppy and Katherine to shut them up for the time being.

Poppy lost it, skipped class and completely ghosted. Meanwhile, Eleanor sat through her lectures, calm and unbothered.

*****

At night, Eleanor left the classroom with her backpack slung over one shoulder.

Her phone was filled with messages-mostly about the mounting pressure to repay her debt.

The headache crept in again, sharp and dull at the same time. Even the debt collectors had started calling. Compared to them, the NOVARA Challenge organizer seemed downright polite.

One of them had said, "Look, I'm just doing my job. You've got two days, max. The rules say you must return the 13K prize money. I've already sent you the bank info. Please send the payment ASAP."

With no choice, Eleanor went to the bank and made the transfer. Her account was left with only 3,200.

No job, no income, and now nearly broke. Basically, she was hanging by a thread.

She thought about the hospital bill she'd paid for Ethan. She'd hoped to get it back once she found his pack, but now that he turned out to be a rogue, there was zero chance of that happening.

Bills stressed her out, and she'd been trying every corner near the academy to pick up part-time work, but nothing came up. So, she had no option but to head back to her apartment.

Most of the streetlights on the way home were dead now-only one still flickered. That eerie darkness made her break into a sprint. But just then, footsteps echoed behind her. Her whole body tensed. She was shaking so hard she could barely breathe.

'If he tries anything,' Eleanor told herself, trying to pump up her courage, 'I'll show him my wolf isn't weak.'

Clenching her teeth and holding back tears, she sprinted all the way to her apartment.

Once she got inside, she slammed the door shut and locked it tight. Then she just collapsed onto the floor. "Damn it..."

That night, fear kept her wide awake. She barely slept, and by the time morning came, she was up early with dark circles under her eyes.

Still half-asleep, she opened the door to head out-only to have a werewolf collapse right at her feet.

"Ah!" Eleanor shrieked, stumbling back in panic.

She was about to scream for help when she finally got a good look at the guy's face.

"Martin? Wait, is that you?"

It was Ethan, looking pale as a sheet and trembling all over. He was in really bad shape.

He lifted his head weakly, his voice barely a whisper. "Sis?"

"What happened to you?" Eleanor quickly knelt down and tried to help him sit up. "Come on, let's get you inside."

"You're gonna send me away."

"I'm not... I swear, that day I just went out to try and find your pack." Eleanor spoke fast, gently steadying him as she tried to get him off the cold ground.

His entire body felt frozen. The weather had been getting worse lately, and Ethan was barely clothed.

"You don't want me," he mumbled. "You wanna get rid of me."

With a sigh, she said helplessly, "I really don't. Come in first, I'll grab you a blanket."

Seeing him trembling all over, lips turning blue from the cold, eyes half-shut with exhaustion, barely able to speak-it hit Eleanor right in the gut.

Eleanor just couldn't bring herself to turn him away. Her heart always got in the way.

Ethan slowly stood up with her help, unsteady but trying. Once inside, she helped him to the couch.

"Just sit tight," she said gently. She needed to grab a blanket and make him something warm to drink.

"I'm hungry," Ethan murmured, almost whispering.

He held his stomach, and Eleanor stared at him, stunned. "Wait, you haven't eaten anything this whole time?"

He nodded awkwardly. "Yeah."

"No wonder you're shaking so bad," she said, her voice softening. "You're freezing and starving-of course you'd get sick like this. Well, I haven't had breakfast either, so I'll whip something up real quick."

Eleanor glanced at her phone-still early. She had some time before class.

But Ethan clearly wasn't planning on giving her any breathing room. He tailed her closely, practically glued to her.

"I'm not leaving," she said, covering her face with one hand, exasperated. "I'm literally walking to the kitchen. Go drink the tea first, alright?"

He didn't reply, just clung to her sleeve tightly, like letting go meant she'd disappear.

Eleanor sighed, long and heavy. "Whatever. No point arguing."

Eleanor toasted a few slices of bread, fried some eggs and bacon, then brought the plate over to Ethan. He stayed close the entire time, silently watching her every move. She tried her best to act like he wasn't even there.

Ethan sat at the table, practically inhaling his breakfast. The way he devoured the food kind of startled her. She quickly handed him a glass of milk and said, "Slow down, Martin, seriously. You're gonna choke if you keep eating like that."

Ethan glanced up at her, gave a small nod, and noticeably eased up his pace.

Eleanor studied his face, curiosity creeping in.

He didn't look his supposed age at all-definitely older. Ethan had those striking features that made you stop and stare: sharp jawline, intense brows, and cold, thin lips that added to his distant vibe.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her gaze lingered maybe a little longer than it should've. Was it just in her head, or could she actually pick up a subtle scent from him? It was faint but distinct-cool and refined, like he carried winter on his skin.

Eleanor gave her head a tiny shake, brushing off the odd thoughts. She'd never seen a werewolf as good-looking as Ethan before. He looked like the kind other she-wolves would go nuts over-tall, muscular, radiating that untouchable energy. If he weren't a rogue and had his memory intact, he'd probably already be fending off admirers.

Then Ethan set his fork down and slid one of his fried eggs toward her. "You eat."

"I'm still working on my own breakfast," Eleanor replied, a bit puzzled. "I'm good."

"I want you to have it," Ethan said stubbornly.

That made Eleanor soften all over again. She almost felt bad for him. For someone like her, who barely ever felt cared for, Ethan's gesture felt ridiculously warm-it filled a hole in her she didn't even know was still empty.

But no matter how sweet he was being, she had to send him away eventually. There was just no way she could afford to take care of an amnesiac werewolf.

"If you give that to me, you better walk right out that door," Eleanor said, pretending to be annoyed.

Ethan reluctantly pulled his hand back, then quietly finished the rest of the food.

After breakfast, Eleanor pulled out the meds the healer had given her yesterday and made sure Ethan took every single one.

"You stay here and rest, I've got class now," she said carefully.

"Are you leaving me?" Ethan suddenly clung to her, panic all over his face. "I'll be good, just don't abandon me."

He gripped her hand tightly, looking up at her like a scared puppy. Eleanor rubbed her temples, already getting a headache. "I'll be back tonight, okay?"

Ethan refused to let go at first. It took her explaining like thirty times before he finally gave in. Her voice was practically gone by the time he nodded.

She grabbed her bag and bolted out of there, low-key terrified he'd come running after her again.

When Eleanor got to the first floor, she paused and glanced back up at the apartment window. Ethan stood there, waving at her sadly from the window. Eleanor turned away in guilt and left without looking back.

Back at the academy, she just couldn't pull herself together the whole day.

Leaning on her hand, Eleanor forced herself to sit through the professor's dull lecture.

When class was finally over, she went job hunting around campus again. This time, she got lucky with a spot at a coffee shop.

Turns out, someone had just quit, so the position opened up right in time for her. Eleanor sighed in relief, grateful for the chance.

After spending hours on her feet at the café, she didn't head home until later than usual. It was already dark out.

The air was freezing, and the wind had her shivering nonstop. The streetlights were so dim it was hard to see where she was going, and everything around her was dead silent-like she was the only one left in the world.

Eleanor lowered her head and hurried toward her apartment, heart pounding with unease. This was the best solution she could muster for now, even if it scared the hell out of her.

A chill ran down her spine. Her instincts were screaming, and her hands and feet had gone ice-cold. The feeling made her stay on edge without even thinking.

Still, something bad happened.