As the heavy oak door creaked open, you stepped inside, taking in the dimly lit dorm room. The tall, narrow windows stretched almost to the ceiling, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The room felt like something from another century, like you’d accidentally wandered into an old castle instead of a boarding school dorm. Your heart pounded with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Somehow, the polished photographs in the school brochure hadn’t captured the grandeur—or the eerie charm—of this place.

Before you could take it all in, a voice rang out from across the room, cheerful and unexpectedly loud in the silence.

“You must be my new roomie! Hi, I’m Genevieve—Evie! Nice to meet ya!”

You turned, searching for the source of the voice, and saw her lounging on the edge of one of the beds, her long, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. She wore a big, welcoming grin, but something about her presence made you pause. Her eyes glinted purple in the dim light, almost unnaturally bright, and her smile revealed just a hint of sharp, elongated canines.

Oh. Your new roommate was a werewolf.