Chapter One — The Wrong Kind of Ordinary

The night smelled like rain and metal — the city’s way of warning her that a storm was coming.

Avery leaned against the balcony railing outside her tiny dorm room, letting the mist cling to her hair. From up here, the streetlamps looked like golden coins trapped under glass. For a second, she could almost forget the strange unease that had been following her all week — the sense of being… watched.

She told herself it was nothing. Exams. Too much caffeine. Nerves about graduation in a month. But the truth was harder to shake.

The coffee machine that exploded on Tuesday.

The hallway clock that froze mid‑second on Thursday.

The way strangers’ eyes sometimes lingered on her like they knew something she didn’t.

She rubbed her arms against the chill. That’s when she saw it — faint, almost hidden beneath her sleeve. A shimmering pattern, like a constellation trying to burn through her skin.

Her breath caught.

Her phone buzzed sharply.

Mom: Stay in your room. Lock the door. I’m calling someone.

Her stomach twisted. That wasn’t Mom‑voice. That was the voice reserved for tornado warnings and calls from the ER.

She barely had time to process before a rapid, decisive knock shook the door.

Avery’s first thought: campus security.

Second thought: definitely not security. Whoever was on the other side radiated a kind of presence that made the hair on her arms stand up.

She hesitated, but a low, steady voice cut through the door.

“Avery. Open up. Now”

Something in her bones — not her mind, her bones — obeyed before she could think.

The man who filled the doorway was taller than the frame should allow, rain running from his dark hair onto the shoulders of his black coat. His eyes were an amber‑gold, sharp and assessing, and they locked onto hers with an intensity that pinned her in place.

“Avery, you have to come with me,” he said, not wasting a single word. “I’ll explain on the way.”

Her survival instincts flared. “Explain now or—”

A crash from down the hall cut her off. The ceiling light flickered, then died, plunging the corridor into shadow.

“They’re here,” the man muttered, his jaw tightening. “Too soon.”

“What do you mean they’re here? Who even are y—”

“Later,” he snapped, but not unkindly. His hand was firm but careful on her arm as he pulled her toward him. “Your parents called me. We’ve been tracking these things for weeks. You weren’t supposed to come to the Academy until after graduation, but your mother had a vision—the mark appeared. We have to move before they breach.”

Her mind scrambled over his words — Academy? Vision? Mark?

Something heavy slammed into the far wall of the corridor, the sound wrong enough to make her skin crawl. Shadows shifted, folding into shapes that didn’t belong to human anatomy.

The man stepped in front of her, his voice low and urgent. “Stay behind me, Avery. No matter what you see.”

The thing lunged from the dark — all claws, fangs, and a stench like rot set on fire — and Avery’s world narrowed to the stranger in front of her… and the way his body suddenly changed.

It was instantaneous. One heartbeat he was a man. The next, a massive wolf with a coat blacker than midnight and eyes like molten gold, fangs bared in a snarl that vibrated through the walls.

The corridor erupted in motion — claws against teeth, shadow against muscle. Avery could only stand there, shock and something else coiling in her chest. The air around her shimmered. Her skin burned. She looked down and saw that the faint constellation on her arm had exploded into light, threads of silver winding over her skin in pulsing patterns.

The wolf dispatched the creature with brutal precision, then turned his gaze on her.

We’re leaving. Now.

She didn’t hear it so much as feel it, inside her bones.

And even though every logical thought screamed at her to run the other way, Avery stepped toward him. Something deep inside whispered that he wasn’t a stranger at all.

By the time they reached the stairwell, he’d shifted back to human form, breathing hard but moving like a man used to danger.

“I promised your parents I’d bring you in alive,” he said, guiding her quickly through the emergency exit into the rain‑dark street. “I’m Auron. I’ll explain on the way to Aetherion.”

The name felt heavy in her mind, like it belonged in a place she couldn’t remember.

And somewhere in the distance, through the ringing in her ears, she swore she heard the flap of massive wings and the low hum of voices… watching.