Lyra
"Welcome to Harbringer University," the man began, his voice deep and authoritative. "I trust you've all settled in and are ready to begin your studies." He didn't wait for an answer. Not that anyone would dare give him one. "My name is Killian Harbringer, the grandson of Luna Harbringer, the founder of this university."
As he spoke, his eyes swept over the room, and for a moment, they locked with mine. I froze, my pulse racing as his brow furrowed.
Did he know? Could he sense that I wasn't like the others?
Killian cleared his throat, breaking eye contact. "As you know, this institution prides itself on producing the next generation of leaders."
I tried to focus on his words, but my mind raced with the possibilities of what he might have seen in me. I fidgeted in my seat, my pal
