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Vinorca Jona POV I pushed myself to stand, my head lowered, heat crawling up my neck. Amanda had already apologized. It should’ve been me setting things right, not hiding behind her. “No, Miss Jona. I’d rather hear your reason for disturbing my class on the first day.” Masen’s voice stayed calm, but the anger beneath it was impossible to miss. I hadn’t expected this—not from the man who’d been so sweet yesterday. Just a few hours ago, he’d spoken like everything was dipped in sugar, and now he looked ready to erupt. “What is your age, Miss Jona?” “Eighteen, sir.” Why was he asking? I clearly remembered telling him about my birthday. “And what is the legal age to begin manifesting? To have a wolf? To be considered legal in the pack—even if guardians are required until eighteen?” “Fourteen, sir.” Confusion twisted in my stomach. Everyone knew that. Fourteen—the age when wolves surfaced, the age we were treated as adults even with supervision. We werewolves got our wolves sometime between