Lila’s POV
Why did it have to be Professor Enzo that comes to pick me up?
How was I going to get through an entire drive back to campus? It was an hour away.
He showed up a few minutes after I finished packing. I could hear him speaking to my father in the
foyer of the packhouse.
“Thanks again for taking her back to school. I don’t want to take any chances,” my father said to him.
“Any leads on who could have done this?”
“None yet; she thinks it could have been her ex-boyfriend though. Or possibly the girl he was with. I
don’t have any evidence on that though.”
“I can look into it as the school,” Enzo offered.
“I appreciate that. Report to me any findings. I might send some of my men there too. Just to be safe.”
“We’ll keep in touch,” Enzo said, shaking my father’s hand.
“I know I can count on you,” my father said in return.
I cleared my throat as I made my way down the stairs; they both turned to look at me. My father with a
worried look and Enzo… well … Enzo once again had no expression on his face.
“If anything happens, I need you to tell me right away,” my father said, wrapping me in a hug.
“I know,” I told him. “I will. And don’t forget, I can defend myself too. I learned from the best.”
This made him smile.
“I know,” he said in return. “I love you, Lila bean.”
“I love you too.”
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I turned just as my mom came into the area; she held her arms out for me to run into them. I did
without hesitation.
Once I finished saying goodbye to my parents, I said goodbye to the twins. Hugging them both tightly.
I slid into the passenger side of Enzo’s car; I was already feeling awkward by the time he got into the
driver’s side and drove off.
I thought about what my father had said about Enzo not being like a normal Alpha. I wondered if it was
because of his father; I wanted to know what his relationship with Blaise was. My mother doesn’t seem
to think he had any relationship. But it only got me more curious.
His car smelled like him. It was the scent of marshmallows, and maybe a little cinnamon. I hadn’t
noticed the cinnamon before. The scent was getting stronger though and it nearly made my mouth

water.
It was a weird feeling.
My face grew warm the longer the scent lingered. I peered over at him and saw his side complexion. It
was almost like he was glowing a little.
Had that glow always been there?
“Why are you staring at me?”
I hadn’t realized how long I’d been staring at him until he spoke. I quickly averted my eyes to stare out
the window. The trees were whipping past us rather quickly.
“Thank you for taking me back to school,” I said to him.
“It was your father’s request.”
“Right; but still,” I say, lowering my tone slightly.
He didn’t say anything more. After what felt like a lifetime, he finally spoke. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I answer. “The doctor said I made a quick recovery.”
“Good.”
I cleared my throat and peered over at him.
“I heard that you watched over me…” My voice sounded so far away. His jaw seemed to have tensed at
my words; even his knuckles were growing white as he clutched the steering wheel. “Thank you for that,
as well.”
“I didn’t do much of anything.”
Even his tone was expressionless.
What was his deal?
After another beat, I asked, “How long have you been the Alpha of the Calypso pack?”
He was silent for a moment; I almost didn’t think he was going to answer me.
“Since I was 16.”
“I see… and who was the Alpha before you?”
“My father.” After another beat of silence he added, “He died when I was 9. The beta took me in, and we
ran the pack together until I was of age.”
“Oh,” I breathed. That made sense. “My grandparents were originally from the Calypso pack.”
I wasn’t sure why I told him that; he rose his brows though.
“Were they?”
“Yes,” I answer. “My mother was also born there. But left when she was only an infant. I heard they are a
very powerful pack.”
“My father was a very powerful Alpha.”
“Were you close to him?” I nearly slapped myself as soon as that question left my mouth.
“No.”
I was relieved by his answer.
“My turn,” he said, surprising me. Before I could ask him what he meant, he asked, “Why did you
transfer to my class when you don’t have a wolf?”
“I’ll be getting my wolf soon,” I reminded him.
“But why did you transfer now? A few weeks into the school year.”
How much should I tell him? He was honest with me, so maybe I should be honest with him.
“My class last was with my ex-boyfriend,” I confess. “I caught him with someone else. Though, I didn’t
know she was also in your class…”
Looking at him from the side, it almost seemed as if his eyebrow twitched.
“That boy who was in the halls when you…” he paused, not finishing his sentence.
I nodded.
“Yes,” I admit. “That was the reason why I…” I paused, also not finishing my sentence.
“I see,” he said, his tone seemed to have hardened slightly. “And this boy is no longer in your life?”
“No,” I said firmly. “He’s no longer in my life.”
We both stayed silent after that.
He parked his car once we got to the school, and I got out quickly, unloading my suitcase from his
trunk. As I walked toward the building, I paused as a headache formed at my temple. I winced in pain,
making a small sound of distress.
It came out of nowhere and halted me in my tracks.
“Are you okay?” He asked, staring around my face.
“I think so,” I say, my tone slightly strained. “Just a headache.”
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