Beneath the Alpha's Moon

Eldur’s POV

I swear to every ancient power, if one more human squints at me like I’m some kind of intergalactic glitter alien, I’m setting the fire alarm off with my mind.

Okay, not really.

Not because I don’t want to—but because apparently using magic in human school is not normal.

Stupid right?

I never realized how much I relied on magic until I couldn’t use it. Need to get somewhere? Portal. Need to clean your coat? Snap and done. Need to skip class? Teleport to Iceland and pretend you’re a glacier. Easy. But now?

Now, I’m stuck pretending to be normal.

And trust me, I do not blend in.

Nova and Lara flanked me as we walked down the hallway toward our first class of the semester. The humans were already staring. I could feel their gazes sliding over me like I was a rare beast in a circus cage. White hair? Check. Silver eyes? Check. Aura of barely restrained ancient power? Also check. And yet here I was, pretending to be just another college freshman.

Nova glanced up at me, her expression half amused, half concerned. "You’re doing that thing again."

"What thing?"