DRAVEN
“Don't let him escape!”
I didn’t think the morning of my departure to Lunaris Academy would feel so heavy.
When I stepped out of the packhouse, the guards were already loading the transport vehicle. My father stood tall beside them, his hands behind his back, the Alpha in him radiating authority even before sunrise. My mother stood beside him… but there was something strange… her eyes were too bright, her smile too fixed, her fingers tapping nervously at the folds of her gown.
Father waved me over.
“Stand straight,” he said the moment I reached him. “You’re a man now. Represent this family well.”
I tried to nod, but my throat was too tight.
His gaze softened for a moment… only a moment. “Do not shame me, Draven.”
“I… I won’t,” I murmured, though my stomach churned violently.
