Kael The principal’s office always smelled like old books, polished wood, and disappointment. Today, disappointment hit harder. Cassidan sat beside me, with his jaw tight, his arms were folded, looking like he was holding himself together by sheer force of will while Damon leaned against the wall near the door, still bandaged but upright now healing faster. The principal cleared his throat with an uncomfortable heaviness and handed Cassidan a sealed letter. “This arrived from your family,” he said, voice stiff. Cassidan didn’t open it immediately. He stared at the crest on the envelope. The Ardent sigil—the silver wolf head crowned by stars. My stomach knotted. He tore the letter open and began to read. His eyes flicked across the page, and with each new line, his grip tightened until the parchment crinkled audibly. “What?” I asked, even though I already sensed the answer. He exhaled sharply and handed it to me. The words were clear, and formal: 'The academy term has ended.
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