Lorraine's POV
The Lycans had strode confidently to the front like they owned the academy, because in every cruel sense of the word, they did. Their footsteps were measured, heavy with dominance, and unapologetically arrogant. They didn't flinch under the weight of hundreds of stares. They welcomed it. Drank it in.
Kieran led them like a king in everything but title. Varya took her place beside him, her expression blank, composed, terrifying. The rest fell into their seats, spreading out along the front row like a silent red wave of power.
Suddenly, the stage lights flared on with a low hum, drawing every eye forward.
The side door opened, and from the shadows emerged the venomous head of the Academy.
Director Astrid Voss.
