Ravin's POV
Principal Marcella looked at me the way she always did when I walked into her office without warning, like she was rapidly calculating whether whatever I was about to say was going to make her day easier or considerably more complicated, and the calculation never fully resolved because with me it rarely did.
She had the stillness of someone who had spent years running a school full of young wolves and had learned that the best response to unexpected things was to wait and gather information before reacting.
I sat down across from her without being invited and told her I needed to take Elara off campus on Saturday, a few hours, an evening, that I wanted everything done properly and was asking because I had given her my word that I would not put the school in a difficult pos
