"Where am I?" "My room," she answered simply, setting the tray on the nightstand. I forced a smirk, trying not to show how unsettled I really felt. "Already? Wow. I thought I'd have to work harder to make this happen." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips-an anxious habit, though she masked it quickly behind that rigid composure. "So," she said, folding her arms, "want to tell me what happened last night?" I leaned back, feigning ignorance. "Not remembering. Maybe I was sick. But now? Totally fine." When I swung my legs out of bed, ready to stand, her hand shot out, stopping me. "Jeez, teach'. If you want to keep me in your bed, just say it." She cleared her throat, tension flickering in her jaw. "Sophie, this is not a game. You wolfed out without the full moon. Do you know what that means?" "Nope. And honestly?" I shrugged. "Don't really care." I turned toward the door, but her voice followed me, sharp as a blade. "You are an alpha." I froze. Turned slowly, eyebrows arched. "What? Bullshit." Ispired by the new episodes of Wednesday, but more personal! there is another alpha out there.

COMPLETE There was something innately intimate about music-the way it left one's soul bare, revealed all imperfections, all insecurities. It was trust in its highest form, allowing the listener to chip a piece off the performer's heart and judge it in its entirety. And it was intrusive-perhaps that was why Victoria played, but did not feel. At least not until Isadora Capri came along and seized her heart: slowly, at first, and then all at once. Private lessons. Late night talks. Devotion. Passion. Feeling. Con anima, a niente-with feeling, to nothing. *** Important to note that I do not support teacher/student relationships in real life. Obviously the main character is of age though. Lots of musical terminology-might need a dictionary for this one, although most of it is explained through writing and context clues! Happy reading :)