*Kieran*
I pace the werewolf common room, the shadows stretching as the sun dips lower in the sky. I am waiting for the messenger from my father, I know he will have sent his fastest wolf and he will be here soon, but I can’t shake the feeling that time is running out. Ariella is with her teachers, going through everything we feel they should know, and every moment spent without her gnaws at me. Just as I’m about to lose myself in worry, a soft knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. Silas, who’s been standing sentinel at the entrance, opens it to reveal a messenger, breathless and wide-eyed.
“Prince Kieran,” the young man gasps, clutching a bundle of journals tightly to his chest. “From your father.”
“Thank you,” I say, taking the journals and feeling their weight in my hands. “Fe
