Nalini The Academy had never felt so suffocating. Every hallway whispered of the council’s scrutiny, every glance carried unspoken orders: prepare, comply, submit. They were tightening the rules for the Trial of Fate, as if expecting me to falter before it even began. And yet, beneath the pressure, beneath the fear, a small, stubborn spark of defiance burned. I moved through the corridors with my head held high, pretending for the guards and the other students that I was calm, obedient, collected. Inside, my wolf was restless, pulsing, and alive. Each step seemed to echo the rhythm of my heart, a constant reminder that I was not powerless, that the bond I shared with Myron and Timothy was not a chain—it was a lifeline. In the solitude of my room, I let myself breathe fully for the first time in days. Myron’s energy drifted in, rough and impatient, while Timothy’s steadied me, a quiet anchor.
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