Twenty minutes after Zariana had stepped from the office and delivered her cryptic message, a convoy of lionesses had arrived at the university. They were all spectacularly different in size, facial features, and styles.
An ugly wave of racism washed over me that I had thought all lionesses would have looked the same. I felt ashamed. The difference between these lionesses and any that I had seen milling around in the supermarket or on the streets from Xanthia’s apartment earlier that day was the organisation. They moved into the grand hall in a manner that seemed almost military, rows of three and columns of four. In total, four units entered the building before stopping, placing one knee to the ground with their snouts facing the floor, and raising their left fist to the ceiling, the pin
