I told myself she was nothing.
Nothing…
I’d given her directions. Clear ones. Straight to the gym. No shortcuts. No detours. I’d even pointed it out twice, just to be sure. And when she’d smiled and tried to keep talking, asking how long I’d been here, whether I liked the campus, whether I always walked around like I was late for something, I’d shut it down.
Politely. Briefly.
Then I walked away.
Didn’t look back.
That should’ve been the end of it.
But as I crossed campus, the feeling didn’t leave. It sat in my chest like a stone. Heavy. Uncomfortable. The kind you notice even when you pretend not to.
My wolf didn’t like her.
That alone should’ve been enough.
He’d gone quiet the moment she stepped into my space. Not aggressive. Not curious. Just… alert. Like something had brushed
