ZORYAKaelen Drayke’s office smelled like parchment and frost,clean, crisp, unnervingly controlled. The room wasn’t large, but it felt bigger because he kept everything impossibly neat: books aligned by height, quills placed at exact angles, scrolls bound in identical silver twine. Even the lanterns glowed evenly, as if they obeyed him.I sat on the chair across from him, clutching my notebook a little too tightly. He leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed loosely, posture relaxed in that deliberate way that made it impossible to look away.“Tell me again,” he said, voice smooth as moonlit water, “when did your wolf first awaken?”I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “When I was twelve. During winter trials. She… woke up angry.”“A protective anger,” Kaelen murmured, tilting his head. “Or destructive?”“Both,” I admitted. “She breaks rules and then lectures me for following them.”He smiled,too slow, too knowing. “A rare duality.”My heart thumped. Why did that sound li
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