LIANA’S POV
The air felt stifling as I sat in the principal’s office, flanked by Asher and Callum. Their presence didn’t do much to comfort me; if anything, it made me more nervous. The room smelled faintly of polished wood and coffee, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the unfamiliar environment I’d been thrown into.
This wasn’t just any school—it was a shifter’s school, a place for werewolves who hasn’t shifted like me. A school meant to teach us control, discipline, and strength. Yet here I was, feeling anything but strong.
The principal, a graying man with sharp eyes that seemed to see too much, leaned back in his chair, observing me with a mix of curiosity and formality. He had greeted Asher and Callum with familiarity, their exchange filled with subtle nods and small talk about
