For each of us, things and events present themselves differently. We cannot afford to be envious of the happiness of others. Happiness comes in different forms; we need to be attentive and know our needs to seize the opportunity when it arises.

Do we know what it's like to love and be loved when we are young? Are our choices considered? We will never know if we never try it, and love does not wait for age. It falls on you.

And fate? Does that mean anything to you?

So no matter how hard you try to change it, it remains unchanged. What is written cannot be undone. 

At Woodhill, a private high school located in the heart of New York, the elites of this society come together to receive the best academic training of all time. All these teenagers are descendants of responsible and prosperous families.

But as it is written, there are always exceptions when there are rules enacted somewhere. Among the rotten-spoiled petty-bourgeois, a few children from the small society are accepted as little geniuses. They all have brilliant brains; that's the only thing they have in common with New York City's future leaders.

Again, there are a few exceptions among those who can afford academic training worthy of their social rank but do not have the required level. But as they say, between friends, we support each other. Money makes the law. Of course, you can be brilliant but can't afford to access Woodhill. On the other hand, if you are part of this bourgeois elite, you are unlikely to be denied access.

There is a boy with the most interesting personality in this category, who is intelligent but does not have sufficient means. Some say that he is bipolar, others say that he has schizophrenia, and so many stories circulate about him, but no one really knows who he is.

Howie is the name of this mysterious boy who is being chatted up in Woodhill. A god-sand-beautiful, intelligent, and talented boy who, unfortunately, is poor and disturbed. Some see him as a waste because of that.

No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise

Howie would have sworn on his life and the heads of everyone dear in his life that he had heard Aike's voice, clear and crisp in his head, even twice since his birth wolf, started seeking the exit. 


This voice prevented him from tearing Maryse to pieces in Celine's office in front of everyone's gaze without worrying about the onlookers and the impact it would have made on the world if his identity or animal form were revealed in broad daylight to the general public. 


And the last time, in the shower, when he was struggling against the grip of Theo and El, who pledged to help him keep his birth inner caged or under control. 


This voice that has clicked in his head every time he hears it acts on him like the music he often listens to escape from reality when the situation overwhelms him or when he needs a break. Aike, or Aike's voice, acts on him as a kind of melody, capable of calming his nerves, preventing him from going berserk at any time and sinking into nothingness. 


Fire Ruby, Garland, William