Fiona - POV
After settling into my room, I began unpacking my clothes, carefully arranging them in the closet. My luggage, now empty, sat in the corner as I took a moment to breathe. The communication stone embedded into the wall of my room lit up, its message clear:
Gather at the training areas at 1:00 p.m. sharp.
Mr. Clark’s voice explained the day’s schedule in his usual crisp and formal tone. I glanced at the uniform that had been provided to me earlier—a sleek black outfit adorned with the dragon emblem on each sleeve, representing the Kingdom of Brenton. Flint’s kingdom.
After changing into the uniform, I made my way to the drill area. As I entered, I noticed how the dragon shifters all wore the imperial crest of the dragons on their black uniforms. The wolf shifters were clad i
