DRAVEN
He meant it!
I had never felt my heart sink the way it did the moment my father told me I was going to Lunaris Academy.
He didn’t even warn me. He just sat there in his study, polishing his dagger like he always did when he wanted to remind me he was tougher than everyone else. The windows were open, and the cold evening air blew inside. I had walked in expecting another lecture… maybe another long rant about how I was soft or how I didn’t have the makings of a future Alpha yet.
But then he looked up at me and said, very casually, “Pack your things. You’ll be going to Lunaris Academy in two weeks.”
I froze. My throat tightened immediately.
“W–What?” I asked, hoping I misheard.
He didn’t even blink. “You heard me, Draven. Go pack your things.”
I staggered closer. “Dad, Lunari
