Estella’s POV
I hadn’t seen the Military Academy this lively since the Moonrun Festival.
Students packed the field in restless clusters—some laughing, some pacing, others whispering nervously as they filled out registration forms for the Warrior Selection Tournament.
Our club stood together near the still-empty registration booth. Bree had been too anxious to sleep and had come at dawn to save us a spot, ensuring we’d be the first to sign up for the most dangerous competition the school had ever hosted.
We should have been scared, everyone said so, but surprisingly, I wasn’t. Neither were Bree, Mark, Lina, Christina, Felix, or even Cali, as they chatted animatedly around me, arguing over who would earn the highest personal score.
“Would you all shut up? We know it’s going to be Estell
