RONAN
Before combat started that afternoon to claim the hierarchy room, Asher handed me a black folder I’d asked him to dig up—thanks to a few favors owed from internal staff. The Academy liked to believe its files were sacred. Sealed. Secure. But once the right offer is made—one too tempting to refuse—sacred and sealed lose all meaning.
I flipped it open.
There it was. The name I expected.
Seth Darven.
Pack of Ironshade Ridge.
Age: 20.
Only son of Alpha Benjamin and Luna Marrisa.
I scanned the records. Combat experience. Evaluation history. Standard aptitude metrics. But something felt... wrong.
Too clean. Too limited. Too polished.
And the photo? Missing. Just a placeholder silhouette.
Someone probably hacked into the records and smoothly crafted everything to deceive people.
