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Chapter 43 - Ronan

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The door locked behind us with a soft click. It hung in the air for a second before I turned back to the room. Four walls that had confined us suddenly felt like the safest place I’d ever been in my life. Trunks half-packed in the foot of Kellan’s bed, enchanted to hold twice their weight. Kellan and I were never the type to make a big deal out of goodbyes. But this one was different.

I slowly and methodically wandered through the room. Running my fingers over things we hadn’t thought to pack. The scuffed floorboard near the window that Kellan had once stubbed his toe on. The stain of old potion mishaps on the wall above his desk from last midterms. The wonky hook by the door that I always hung my jacket on. Every inch of this place had a piece of me in it. Memories we had made and wouldn’t be able to make anymore.

Kellan knelt by the footlocker, folding up an old, threadbare sweatshirt he’d clearly never wear but refused to throw out. “You sure you want to leave it all here?”

I to
Bryant

Thus, another semester at OAU ends. The last semester for Ronan, Kellan, Caelum, and Lucien. Now, to face what the world has in store for them beyond OAU. Starting with their families and packs.

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