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CHAPTER 2
~Solstice's POV~
I left Spring's phone at the nurse's office and returned after picking up my spare uniform.
She was both shocked and relieved to see me. I lied about why I had left, which she bought easily.
The nurse had left again, muttering about paperwork and protein bars being exhausted—but I paused at the edge of the room, drawn by the silver-rimmed mirror near the sink.
I hadn't looked at my reflection. Not really. Not until now.
One step forward—and I froze.
A sharp breath sliced through my chest.
The girl staring back was no longer the prestigious Sect Master I was.
My golden blonde hair with silver streaks at the tip was gone, now replaced by a rich burgundy, deep as blood wine.
It was pulled back loosely but streaked at the front with a silver-white highlight that shimmered under the light.
And my crystal blue eyes weren't mine anymore—they weren't looking human either as luminous blue-green eyes stared back at me. It glowed faintly, like wild spring water over moonlit stone.
I moved forward, placing my hand on the wall. I winced at the pain that shot upo my hand.
My wrist still hurt from gripping Lucien's hand with force. One look at the weak girl staring at me, and I knew the nurse was right.
This body… It wasn't made to contain me.
I exhaled and snapped my fingers, but to my dismay, nothing happened. I repeated my action several times, hoping for a show of power but nothing.
Shit! Now, I'm royally fucked up!
I tapped on my finger, hoping for my storage ring to appear and check my space, but that too ended with nothing…
My horror was slowly starting to settle in. This body couldn't do it.
"My spiritual essence is too much for her shell," I whispered, pressing a hand to my chest. "And yet—she's holding me… For now."
I wasn't healing like I used to. So, I sighed and sat, waiting for the nurse. Once she was done with me, the bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch break.
I headed to class after eating my first meal of the day—a protein bar. Chocolate was good. As unfamiliar as it was, it was very familiar.
Unlike before, where I avoided people, I walked in with my head held high and sat at the far end. I needed to think and fully integrate her memory of her life and this world.
Learn the ropes of things and master them if I am to live in it.
I sat through each class, silent but present, absorbing everything—voices, faces, rhythms. Spring's memory helped me navigate names, locations, what to say and what to avoid.
People did not speak to me for most of the day, but eyes kept glancing my way, and whispers never stopped.
Every hallway I passed echoed with glances and sharp-edged smirks. The aftermath of that kiss still lingered like a thundercloud on campus. Spring Kaine was no longer invisible, and the wolves could smell the shift.
So I wasn't surprised when trouble came looking.
The day was going well, and it should have ended that way if one of those four wenches hadn't come to gloat.
Beatrice.
The girl strutted up to my desk like she owned the air, her cheap perfume invading my space before her voice did.
"Funny," she said, her lip curling, "I've been wondering why everyone's buzzing about you. Spring Kaine—of all people. But I guess smacking your head into a wall rattled something loose."
She looked me up and down with a sneer. "Must've knocked in some false confidence."
I didn't reply. I was too focused on learning how to navigate Spring's phone.
Beatrice noticed.
"What, ignoring me now?" she snapped. "You think I'm Lucien, and you can get away with acting bold?"
Still, I didn't look up. That was her cue.
She snatched the phone out of my hands so fast, I didn't react in time. Held it high over my head with a smirk.
And then—crack.
She slammed it down. The sound of glass shattering ripped through the room like a whip.
Gasps followed. So many. Sharp. Horrified. Excited.
Then—a low, deep growl that wasn't mine nor hers. Somewhere behind us. I didn't turn. I didn't care because right now, my eyes were glued to the broken pieces on the floor.
Spring's phone. My only window to the world. And now—gone.
"My phone," I said quietly.
Beatrice scoffed. "What? You dare talk back to me now? You think I'm Alpha Storm or?"
I looked up, slowly. Let the silence fill the space between us.
"No," I said in a clear, cold voice. "You're a bigger waste of space."
Her eyes widened. She raised her hand, fast but sloppy, ready to bull me again, but I caught her wrist mid-air.
The force I used wasn't just adrenaline. It was fury wrapped in restraint, and it made her eyes go wide with disbelief.
Before she could register the shift, I shoved her back. Hard.
She stumbled and her heel slipped. Then she dropped with a loud thud right onto her ass, gasping as if the floor had betrayed her.
The class was dead silent.
I stood slowly, my posture straightened with a strange calm that didn't belong to this body, but it wore it well.
I walked up to her and crouched slightly, leaning down just enough to meet her face.
She flinched.
I reached out and gripped her chin firmly—inescapable. Her eyes widened as she realised she couldn't break free.
"Your phone," I said flatly.
Her nostrils flared. "Why, you bi—"
My gaze turned sharp—deadly. Her words died before they could reach her lips. Hung there like they were afraid to fall.
"I won't ask again," I said, my voice soft as silk—and twice as cutting.
I tightened my grip—not enough to break, but enough to press my nails into her skin and leave a mark.
She squirmed. She hated it. She feared it. I didn't blink as I glared daggers at her. In the past they could bully Spring but not when I was in this body.
"Tomorrow," I said flatly. "I expect the latest model of the phone you just destroyed."
Beatrice's mouth parted, but nothing came out.
"Or," I added coolly, "you can explain to the principal why I'll be reporting a public assault and destruction of property. With witnesses and evidence."
Her eyes darted around. Everyone was watching. No one dared move.
"Am I clear?" My hold tightened further and she winced in pain, tears already falling from the corner of her eyes.
"You'll get it," she muttered.
I smirked, released her jaw, stood up, and straightened my skirt. "Good girl." But as soon as I said that, I held her gaze with a cold glare and added. "Scram."