Marrok just didn't understand his wolf. Never had, probably never would. Of all the wolves the Moon Goddess could have given him, why did it have to be Zeev? A rebellious, stubborn beast who constantly went against him, who had his own opinions, who made decisions without him.
And now, to make matters worse, Zeev had developed some twisted obsession with a strange human girl.
Marrok's jaw tightened as he flicked his golden eyes toward her again. She sat by the window, utterly focused on the teacher's lecture. Unbothered. Uninterested in anything else. Even now, while he could faintly hear the stray thoughts of some of his new classmates—random musings, silent judgments, excitement over the new students—her mind remained eerily silent. Just like the first time they met.