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The academy halls were quieter than usual, the air heavy with a strange anticipation. Felix adjusted the collar of his freshly laundered purple uniform as he walked toward his first class of the day. Just yesterday, he had been discharged from the infirmary after surviving the brutal wound Director Thorn had carved across his chest. It had taken days, his wolf had been slow to respond, his body barely clinging to consciousness at one point, but finally, he had healed. Mostly.
His steps echoed through the corridor, each one hesitant, wary. He kept looking over his shoulder, not because he was paranoid, but because he had learned to be. The academy was a death trap, especially now. He was the last visible feral, Elise was still missing without a trace, and Lorraine…
Lorraine had vanished like mist. No one had seen her for over a week. Some whispered she was dead. Others said she'd run. But Felix knew better. She wasn't the type to run
