Chapter 11: LOST A FRIEND.
Elara’s POV
My eyes were on the clock, ticking slowly like it was trying to punish me on purpose. Every second dragged like an hour, and this stupid class...whatever the hell it was even about was doing absolutely nothing to distract me.
The instructor’s voice sounded like static noise in my ears.
Blah blah combat techniques. Blah blah discipline. Blah blah honor.
Honor my ass.
I shifted uncomfortably on the hard bench, arms crossed, stomach rumbling low like a dying engine. Goddess, I was starving.
Sleep deprived. Half bruised. And now one breath away from collapsing out of hunger. All thanks to this hellhole of an academy.
Everywhere I turned, the overwhelming scent of males clogged my senses. Pheromones, testosterone, musk...it was too much. I wanted
