Moonviel Academy
an'
onto hers, I know-Selene
y trying to find her place at Moonveil Academy. A fresh face, a curiosity. They whisper about
I
den, like a spark igniting deep inside my chest. Like a memory clawing its way t
e wors
n't reco
he Headmistress's office, Ivy Thornfield trailing
uldn'
this Academy like every other new student who has walked these halls before her. I should pretend
body be
't shake the feeling that something is off, like a puzzle pie
ered questions pressing against my skull. The only way to silence the
away from Sele
tells me... sh
don't think
with creatures barely keeping their instincts in check-werewolves, vampires, witches, an
fford dis
the rune-etched floor, the air shifts. The enchantments embedded in the walls stir awake, sensing my presence.
Let it
t out of my
Dodge.
dummies, their wooden frames reinforced with spells designed to withstand supernatural strength. Each impact send
l isn't
g is e
I can't shake the unease curling in my ch
reach-should have been reassuring. If she doesn't remember, then I have
d
t because she's dangerous-though she very we
r what h
er what
the dummy fractures, pieces of enchanted timber scattering across the floor. My breathing
get my hea
do someth
eek he
the students gather in the main hall for a welcome ceremony. It's less of a formal
lly sk
ht, I
know she'l
ables overflowing with rich food and glimmering goblets of enchanted wine. The air hums with murmured conversations and quiet
attention to
ind her i
rs beside her, oblivious to the discomfort written across her face. She looks out of pl
ting for somet
ot the
ble. I feel it before I see them-a shift in the atmosphere, th
's representativ
hall like a tidal wave. Conversations die mid-sentence. Laughter cuts off in
ld and obsidian. They move as one, their presence an unspoken command that demands o
n the grander schemes of the supernatural world, not the petty rivalries and pol
ing is
her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. Her fingers twitch at her sides, like
e of the Council members
lands direc
holds i
fest moment, something flickers across her face-something sha
ts their head, a slow
at moment
s-whatever Sele
ouncil alr
staff fill the grand hall, yet the only thing
, golden masks glinting in the candlelight. They don't speak
e Selene, finally exhales
ement of
er show up for this. I mean, maybe once every fe
d, her throat bobbi