"Subject: Body Temperature. Observation: 39.5°C. Conclusion: I am no longer human—I am prey."
For seventeen years, Tharin lived as a shadow—a plain, detached Beta observing the world through the cold logic of her blue leather diary. But when her body betrays her with a "Late-blooming Transition," her scientific walls shatter into a thousand burning pieces. The scent of dry wildflowers, once dormant, now cries out for a storm to drench it.
Enter Ploenchan, the school’s most enigmatic and elite Alpha. Stoic, untouchable, and carrying the scent of pine forest rain, she is the only one who senses Tharin’s unraveling.
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