Tristan Grayson
The Headmistress continued walking, her footsteps echoing in the silent corridor. I trailed behind her, the weight of the situation settling like a heavy cloak around my shoulders. Silence lingered between us—there were no words to bridge the chasm of misunderstanding and consequence.
My thoughts were a tumultuous sea, waves of conflicting emotions crashing against the shores of my consciousness. The inner wolf, a persistent voice in the storm, taunted me with defiance. Do you really think we deserve this, boy? it sneered, its words echoing in the corridors of my mind. We should not be treated this way! Let me out, and I will end this good-for-nothing old woman.
I clenched my fists, the internal struggle apparent on my face. Shut up. You've caused enough trouble, I menta
