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Chapter 297

Chapter 297 

Chapter 297 

FAYE 

I was standing on the balcony, just looking outside as my thoughts spiraled. 

+25 Ponts 

I was alone now, far from the clinic, and yet the word followed me as clearly as if it had been spoken right beside my ear again. 

Luna. 

I rested my hands against the railing, staring ahead without really seeing anything. My thoughts refused to line up properly, bumping into each other instead, circling the same moment over and 

over. 

I knew what I had heard. 

But Roman said he hadn’t called me anything. He hadn’t even spoken at all. 

There had been no hesitation in his denial. No instinctive backtracking. He’d looked confused- almost startled–by my reaction, as if he’d been caught in the middle of something he didn’t understand. 

And that was why this unsettled me so deeply. 

Roman didn’t even know what a pack house was. 

He couldn’t have known what Luna meant. 

So why had I heard it? 

I closed my eyes briefly, replaying the moment in my head. I had already turned away. I had already told him to rest. My guard had been down. 

That mattered. 

Expectation could twist perception–but only when you were looking for something. I hadn’t been. The sound had reached for me instead… Or maybe reached for it subconsciously. 

A quiet, unwanted thought surfaced. 

Did I imagine it? 

The idea annoyed me almost immediately. I wasn’t exhausted. I wasn’t emotional. I wasn’t desperate enough yet to invent proof where none existed. If anything, I’d been preparing myself to walk away disappointed. 

And yet- 

I opened my eyes again. 

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Today, unlike the first day, I hadn’t seen it. 

No sign of the wolf… No presence hovering around him the way it had before. Which begged another question. Why did I see it that day in the first place? 

If Roman was a wolf–if my suspicion was right–then what happened to his wolf? 

Wolves didn’t detach from their hosts and wander freely like spirits. They lived inside. They shared breath, heartbeat, instinct. 

So why did it feel like his wolf was… adjacent to him? 

Nearby, but not fully joined. 

The thought made my chest tighten. 

“Nova,” I said quietly, not bothering to soften the word. “Don’t tell me I imagined that.” 

There was a pause. 

Not long. Just long enough to make my pulse jump 

Then–firm and unmistakable- 

“You didn’t.” 

Relief and tension crashed into each other inside me. 

“So you heard it too,” I said. 

“Yes.” 

I laughed dryly. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I was waiting for you to finish spiralling.” 

I shook my head. 

“It wasn’t Roman,” I said. “Was it?” 

Nova didn’t dress it up. Didn’t soften it. 

“No. It wasn’t… you already knew that, Faye.” 

My fingers curled slightly against the railing. 

“It was his wolf, then,” I whispered. 

The confirmation settled heavily in my chest–not as triumph, but as something far more complicated. 

I stared ahead, thoughts unraveling faster now. 

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If that was his wolf, then my instincts had been right from the beginning. Roman wasn’t human. Not fully. Not the way Alexander feared, 

But nothing else about this made sense. 

If Roman was a wolf, why couldn’t he hear his own wolf? 

Why hadn’t he felt it speak? 

Wolves communicated internally first. Even untrained ones. Even children. The bond was instinctual, unavoidable. 

Unless something was wrong. 

Unless something had happened. 

My throat tightened as more questions crowded in. 

Why did his wolf recognize me–recognize my position–when Roman himself didn’t? 

And why did it call me? 

That part bothered me the most… it was close to being scary. 

It called me Luna, which meant that wolf knew exactly what I was. 

And yet Roman didn’t even know anything. 

The imbalance was wrong. 

Deeply wrong. 

I let out a slow breath, my thoughts circling back to Roman’s face when I’d turned so sharply toward him. The way his brow had furrowed. The way he’d looked almost embarrassed, like he’d disappointed me without knowing how. 

That alone told me more than anything else could have. 

Whatever had happened to him–whatever had broken the natural bond between man and wolf… It wasn’t a simple injury. 

Something that might explain why his wolf felt present but restrained. Aware, but distant. 

And suddenly, the memory of the first day sharpened in my mind. 

The way the wolf had looked at me then. 

Not aggressively… Almost expectantly. 

As if it had been waiting for someone who could see it. 

I exhaled slowly. 

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“I’m not crazy,” I murmured, more to myself than to Nova. 

“Well… I don’t know about that, Nova said, clearly in her annoying mood now. 

“Very funny, Nova.” 

“But… what happens if you’re right? He’s still not Blood Crescent,” Nova added. 

I had no answer to that. 

The rest–the answers, the explanations, the risks–that would come later. 

For now, all I had was confirmation. 

Roman wasn’t human. 

His wolf was real. 

And somehow, impossibly, it had spoken to me. Maybe it was trying to tell me something else. Maybe if I hadn’t reacted the way I did, I could have heard more. 

I straightened slightly. 

Whatever was going on with Roman, it was bigger than memory loss. Bigger than borders. Bigger than Alexander’s fear of housing a human inside the pack. 

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FAYE 

I was standing on the balcony, just looking outside as my thoughts spiraled. 

+25 Ponts 

I was alone now, far from the clinic, and yet the word followed me as clearly as if it had been spoken right beside my ear again. 

Luna. 

I rested my hands against the railing, staring ahead without really seeing anything. My thoughts refused to line up properly, bumping into each other instead, circling the same moment over and 

over. 

I knew what I had heard. 

But Roman said he hadn’t called me anything. He hadn’t even spoken at all. 

There had been no hesitation in his denial. No instinctive backtracking. He’d looked confused- almost startled–by my reaction, as if he’d been caught in the middle of something he didn’t understand. 

And that was why this unsettled me so deeply. 

Roman didn’t even know what a pack house was. 

He couldn’t have known what Luna meant. 

So why had I heard it? 

I closed my eyes briefly, replaying the moment in my head. I had already turned away. I had already told him to rest. My guard had been down. 

That mattered. 

Expectation could twist perception–but only when you were looking for something. I hadn’t been. The sound had reached for me instead… Or maybe reached for it subconsciously. 

A quiet, unwanted thought surfaced. 

Did I imagine it? 

The idea annoyed me almost immediately. I wasn’t exhausted. I wasn’t emotional. I wasn’t desperate enough yet to invent proof where none existed. If anything, I’d been preparing myself to walk away disappointed. 

And yet- 

I opened my eyes again. 

III 

1/4 

+25 Points 

Today, unlike the first day, I hadn’t seen it. 

No sign of the wolf… No presence hovering around him the way it had before. Which begged another question. Why did I see it that day in the first place? 

If Roman was a wolf–if my suspicion was right–then what happened to his wolf? 

Wolves didn’t detach from their hosts and wander freely like spirits. They lived inside. They shared breath, heartbeat, instinct. 

So why did it feel like his wolf was… adjacent to him? 

Nearby, but not fully joined. 

The thought made my chest tighten. 

“Nova,” I said quietly, not bothering to soften the word. “Don’t tell me I imagined that.” 

There was a pause. 

Not long. Just long enough to make my pulse jump 

Then–firm and unmistakable- 

“You didn’t.” 

Relief and tension crashed into each other inside me. 

“So you heard it too,” I said. 

“Yes.” 

I laughed dryly. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I was waiting for you to finish spiralling.” 

I shook my head. 

“It wasn’t Roman,” I said. “Was it?” 

Nova didn’t dress it up. Didn’t soften it. 

“No. It wasn’t… you already knew that, Faye.” 

My fingers curled slightly against the railing. 

“It was his wolf, then,” I whispered. 

The confirmation settled heavily in my chest–not as triumph, but as something far more complicated. 

I stared ahead, thoughts unraveling faster now. 

Chapter 297 

1*25 Ponts 

If that was his wolf, then my instincts had been right from the beginning. Roman wasn’t human. Not fully. Not the way Alexander feared, 

But nothing else about this made sense. 

If Roman was a wolf, why couldn’t he hear his own wolf? 

Why hadn’t he felt it speak? 

Wolves communicated internally first. Even untrained ones. Even children. The bond was instinctual, unavoidable. 

Unless something was wrong. 

Unless something had happened. 

My throat tightened as more questions crowded in. 

Why did his wolf recognize me–recognize my position–when Roman himself didn’t? 

And why did it call me? 

That part bothered me the most… it was close to being scary. 

It called me Luna, which meant that wolf knew exactly what I was. 

And yet Roman didn’t even know anything. 

The imbalance was wrong. 

Deeply wrong. 

I let out a slow breath, my thoughts circling back to Roman’s face when I’d turned so sharply toward him. The way his brow had furrowed. The way he’d looked almost embarrassed, like he’d disappointed me without knowing how. 

That alone told me more than anything else could have. 

Whatever had happened to him–whatever had broken the natural bond between man and wolf… It wasn’t a simple injury. 

Something that might explain why his wolf felt present but restrained. Aware, but distant. 

And suddenly, the memory of the first day sharpened in my mind. 

The way the wolf had looked at me then. 

Not aggressively… Almost expectantly. 

As if it had been waiting for someone who could see it. 

I exhaled slowly. 

|:ཀ 

3/4 

Chem 209. 

“I’m not crazy,” I murmured, more to myself than to Nova. 

“Well… I don’t know about that, Nova said, clearly in her annoying mood now. 

“Very funny, Nova.” 

“But… what happens if you’re right? He’s still not Blood Crescent,” Nova added. 

I had no answer to that.