MAEVE POV
The journey back to Lycan Spirit Academy felt like a nightmare that refused to end. The moment the academy’s iron gates closed behind us, Dorian immediately took command with absolute authority that could not be challenged.
“Take the Sword Bearer to the High-Level Isolation Room in the South Wing. Now!” Dorian ordered, his voice cutting through the panic of the instructors carrying Alaric’s body.
“Wait, Alpha Dorian! He is a Sword Bearer. The Enforcement Council has the right to monitor his condition!” one of the instructors protested, trying to block the way.
Dorian stopped walking. He turned around, his dark violet eyes glaring sharply at the instructor with a cold, killing aura.
“Your council almost split his heart open last night. I’m the one who pulled this wolf back
