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The Howl Beneath The Moon

*Chapter 2: The Howl Beneath the Moon*

Lyra woke to the sound of bells chiming three times—soft but eerie, as though they echoed through time itself.

She sat up. The dorm room was dim, lit only by pale moonlight seeping through the curtain cracks. Selene's bed was empty.

"She’s already up?" Lyra mumbled.

Her first class was listed as *Magical History & Bloodlines*, taught by someone named Professor Aurelian. She dressed quickly in the school uniform—a deep navy tunic with silver embroidery, the academy’s sigil stitched over her heart: a full moon and a sword.

As she stepped into the corridor, whispers trailed behind her.

“That’s the new girl…”

“I heard she arrived at midnight…”

“She doesn’t have a House mark…”

Lyra kept her head down until she reached the classroom—an ancient hall with stained glass windows depicting moon phases and creatures she'd only seen in legends.

Professor Aurelian stood at the front, tall, cloaked, and regal. His long silver hair flowed like water, and his voice carried quiet authority.

"Today," he said, "we discuss the origins of the Five Houses—Lupin, Draconis, Umbra, Solaris, and Sylva. These bloodlines are the pillars of Lunaris."

He paused and glanced at Lyra.

"Some of you may not know which bloodline you belong to... yet."

Lyra shifted in her seat.

“Tonight is the first full moon of the term,” the professor continued. “You’ll each receive your House mark when exposed to moonlight on the Viewing Grounds.”

Murmurs erupted.

“Does that mean we get to watch the Sorting?” a student asked excitedly.

“Indeed,” Aurelian said. “For some, the moon speaks loudly. For others…” His gaze drifted to Lyra again. “It may roar.”

***

That night, students gathered on a wide field lined with moonstones. The sky was perfectly clear, the moon heavy and glowing like molten silver.

“Stand in the light, one by one,” a faculty member announced.

One by one, students stepped forward. Each time, a sigil glowed on their arm, matching one of the Five Houses.

Lyra’s turn came.

She stepped into the circle, her heart pounding.

Nothing happened.

Whispers began again.

“She’s not one of us.”

“Maybe she’s a mistake.”

“Or worse… a rogue.”

Then, suddenly, the air thickened.

The moonlight intensified around her, swallowing the field in brightness. The stones at her feet began to vibrate. A sound—low and distant—rumbled through the ground.

Then came the *howl*.

Not human. Not natural.

It echoed from the forest—deep, primal, and powerful.

A black wind swept through the field, snuffing out torches.

Lyra collapsed to her knees as a *strange symbol* scorched itself across her wrist: a glowing silver crescent wrapped in black flame.

Everyone fell silent.

“That’s… not any of the Five Houses,” someone whispered.

Professor Aurelian looked stunned. “It can’t be…”

Selene stepped beside Lyra, her voice low. “You’re not from any House, Lyra. You’re older than them.”

Lyra stared at the mark. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” a voice growled from behind, “you don’t belong here.”

She turned.

It was *Kael*—the black-haired boy from the woods. His eyes glowed gold under the moon, wild and angry.

But before anyone could speak, a growl echoed from within him—and for the briefest moment, *he wasn’t fully human* anymore.