POV: Mina (Age 17)
The carriage stopped at Lycan Spirit Academy's iron gates, and I took a deep breath before stepping out.
The binding around my chest was tight, uncomfortable, but necessary. I'd wrapped it carefully that morning, making sure my silhouette looked masculine under Rafe's uniform. The grief in my chest felt like a stone, heavy and permanent, but I used it. Let it weigh down my emotions, keep my face neutral and cold.
I was Rafe Sterling now. And Rafe Sterling didn't cry or break down or show weakness.
I stepped onto the Academy grounds and immediately understood why they called this place a fortress.
Everything was granite and steel. The main building rose four stories high, all sharp angles and narrow windows that looked more like arrow slits than anything meant to let
