Kai.
The hallway buzzed louder than usual.
Streamers in raven black and deep silver hung from the ceiling, and banners with bold block letters shouted “GO RAVENS” across every corridor. I walked with Ryder at my side, both of us still in our training jackets. I could feel eyes following us, voices whispering behind their hands, and the occasional brave student stepping forward.
“Good luck Friday, Kai!” someone called from near the lockers.
“Crush them!” another added, her voice almost giddy.
“Thanks,” I said with a smirk, raising two fingers in a lazy salute. I lived for this. The attention, the pressure, the weight of the jersey on my back. It was all a reminder of who I was, Kai Blackthorn, future Alpha of Ravencrest, and captain of the team everyone expected to win.
Ryder just ke
