Eleanor
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as Kane turned around and gestured to a senior who brought him a black box, which he placed on the desk in front of him.
He unlocked the box and opened it, revealing a small silver ball, the size of my fist.
It was placed so delicately within the soft confines of the box, that there was no doubt that this was an academy relic, just like the choosing jar.
The truth was, predator instincts was not just a course in the academy.
It was a game.
A major game in the academy that was often brutal.
Not everyone opted for it.
"This is the Sneverr and whichever team emerges with this first at the end of our training today, will get bonus points for the year. Points which will contribute greatly to your overall grades this year." The class errupted in
