“Never.”
The lights dimmed slightly as the Headmistress stepped fully behind the podium, her silver hair catching the stage lights. The murmur of the auditorium softened, hundreds of voices dropping to whispers.
I tried to focus on her opening words—something about unity, legacy, the sacred balance between packs—but my traitor senses kept drifting.
Because they kept looking at me.
“I think you should take this unique chance to ask all your questions. This is the first time three of the Lycan families are willing to answer your questions,” She finished her grand speech.
Or she thought she did, when someone raised their hand in the front row. “Four.”
“Pardon me?” The Headmistress asked, clearly taken aback.
I knew that voice. I wanted to cuss myself for recognizing it so quickly.
