The Record Hall shouldn’t have been this cold.
Kael stood in the center of the dim chamber, surrounded by shelves stacked with decades of student files, lineage scrolls, and bloodline archives. Dust motes drifted through the shafts of light cutting in from the high stained-glass windows, coloring the air crimson and gold like suspended embers.
He’d searched this place a hundred times for other students.
Never for someone he shouldn’t be investigating.
Never for someone he couldn’t stop thinking about.
Kael forced his shoulders square, jaw tight, fingers lingering over the metal drawer labeled:
A — Admissions & Transfers
He shouldn’t be here. If the Headmaster found out he was digging into Aria’s records without permission, there would be consequences—serious ones.
But the wolf insi
