Estella's pov
The gates of the Royal University loomed before me—tall, iron, and wide open—spilling out hundreds of students who passed by me without so much as a glance. I instantly regretted telling Darius to stop so far away. The place was enormous, sprawling like a small city. Towers rose in the distance, banners of each branch snapping in the breeze, and students bustled through the open courtyards with clear purpose. Some were even in their wolf form, darting through trees or along winding paths that led toward the Main building.
The place I needed to go, except I had no idea where that was. I didn’t know my dorm location, my class schedule, or even which way to turn. I’d hoped the walk would help me gather my thoughts, but all it did was remind me how lost I was. The Magic Academy
