LyraWe walked back to the room without speaking. Ronan closed the door behind us and I sat on the edge of my bed and put my hands flat on my knees and looked at the floor and thought about what registration actually meant. Not in the abstract. In the specific, practical, immediate sense.Full identity verification. Every student submitting to bond registration had to provide documented proof of pack origin, bloodline, and name. The council cross-referenced it against pack records. Against birth records. Against the exact kind of documentation that would show, clearly and permanently, that Kieran Nightbane was not the person sitting in this room.Everything would collapse. Not slowly. All at once, the way a structure falls when the wrong support gives way."We can't register," I said."I know," Ronan said. He was already at his desk, sitting with a piece of paper in front of him, writing something in the short precise strokes of someone organising their thinking on paper rather than i
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