LEAH’S POV
The heavy gold card feels unnaturally cold and solid in my palm.
I don’t turn around to look at the five Ghost Instructors lurking high above the steel gates. I don’t need to. I can feel their hidden, burning eyes fixed on my spine, tracking every measured step I take across the vast entrance courtyard.
Let them watch. Those creepy bastards.
Let them wonder how a lone omega—a girl in a dirty, water-logged green dress and scuffed boots—managed to cross the dangerous neutral zones and breach the ancient security wards of Eclipse Academy an entire week before the grand Alpha heirs.
I want to laugh out loud at the thought, but as my boots hit the polished concrete of the inner walkway, my breath catches sharply in my throat.
The silence of the midnight campus is heavy, almos
