JASON
I spotted the letter before I even touched it. It was a heavy parchment, folded too clean, wax seal stamped with the wolf crest every heir at this academy worshiped like a damn religion. It wasn’t slipped to me with care, either just slid across my desk after class by some kid who didn’t dare look me in the eye.
I stuffed it in my hoodie pocket, pretended to ignore it while everyone else filed out of the room, laughing about homework or who hooked up with who over the weekend. Lori was somewhere across campus with the others, probably arguing about fries in the cafeteria, and for once I was grateful. No way in hell was I dragging her into this.
By the time I cracked the seal, my pulse was pounding. The Alpha Council. That neat little circle of heirs who thought they ran the acad
