The first school does not begin in a cathedral.
It begins in the training yard.
No banners.
No rituals.
No proclamation.
Just wolves gathering in uneasy silence.
Some from Blackthorn.
Some former Covenant.
Some frightened teenagers whose divine markers awakened too quickly.
Some older carriers who hid for decades and no longer wish to.
And at the center—
Me.
Lilith.
Morgan.
Kade.
Kieran.
No hierarchy.
No throne.
Just ground.
Lilith stands across from me.
Not as rival.
Not as enemy.
As counterpart.
The shift still feels fragile.
The pack watches her carefully.
Some with suspicion.
Some with open hostility.
That’s fair.
Trust is not built in a week.
“We begin with discipline,” I say evenly.
“Not dominance.”
Lilith nods slightly.
“And not suppression.”
A murmu
