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055. The Name People Whisper

Auteur: Nightingale
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Blake's POV:

The academy gates looked the same.

Stone. Iron. Tall and unwelcoming.

But the air felt different when I stepped through them Sunday night. Heavier. Like too many eyes were already waiting.

My bag rested against my shoulder. I adjusted the strap and walked forward anyway.

Running was done.

Lights burned in the main hall windows. Training grounds were quiet, but not empty. Shadows shifted near the edges. Wolves pretending not to watch.

I felt it at once.

Something had changed.

“Blake
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