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