Lucas Branwell
I walked away from the girls' dormitory, my arms cradling Mister Mittens, his soft fur a comforting presence. As I stroked him, his purring resonated, a rhythmic melody that seemed to echo the cadence of my thoughts. The night enveloped us in its cool embrace, and with each deliberate step, I was consumed by the labyrinth of ideas swirling in my mind.
Mister Mittens nuzzled against my hand, a silent companion in my quest for understanding. My gaze was fixed on the path ahead, my thoughts tethered to the enigma that was Stella. She was the key to a mystery that eluded me. Why did my kiss fail to awaken her latent powers, unlike those of her other mates? The question reverberated in the corridors of my mind, and with each ponderous step, I sought answers.
The sting in my he
