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He went to the university for business studies and was eager to show me around the place that he believed would be my future. Of course, knowing that my father wanted me to go here made me resent it minorly. I wanted to have the chance to pick my own school. "You'll enjoy going to school here, Lucas," my father had said as we passed by the old stone gargoyles that adorned the entrance. Even though I wasn't crazy about the school, Hawking University's campus was beautiful. And it wasn't the academic programs that had changed my interest in it that day. Blue and black flags waved in the wind, showcasing the university's mascot, the Phoenixes. Statues of the large black phoenix were scattered a

I would really like to challenge my skills with a task like that. "We are also going to have some Christmas trees, which will be covered with twinkling lights and fake snow to resemble the Forbidden Forest. We will make some miniature creatures of Hogwarts and place them all over the room. The writing on the banner will be 'Welcome to Hogwarts'." She adds excitedly. "I like that idea, Simone. You guys really put a lot of thought into it." I commend. "Yes we did. It's our senior year, so we wanted our prom to be extravagant." She said, then adds "So would you help us?"

"Peek into the phone booth ;)" What? What else did he come up with? “Is there an entrance to Diagon Alley? ))" Shrugging, she walked over to the booth, pulled the handle toward her. And she almost stepped on a bouquet of black orchids lying right on the threshold. Without realizing what was happening, Kit automatically picked up the flowers. Did Hank say these weren't his offerings? A card was attached to the bouquet. On matte cream paper, a short inscription: Now the phone will ring. Pick up the phone.

I puffed some air of satisfaction, knowing that I am one step closer to gaining my freedom back. I strode my steps out of the dungeon, following what seemed to be an endless hallway. But stopped momentarily, when I caught a glimpse of the little banners waving outside through a small window I passed by. I suck a deep breath, realizing what it was. The sigil was a wolf howling under the crescent moon. I couldn’t be mistaken. The logo belonged to the Royal Cavern Pack—the most dangerous pack among all packs on the continent! Oh, shit! ‘This is bad,’ Arwen uttered. Her voice was full of uncertainty.

It’s already being decorated for the summit. The lavish tapestries are being hung in the halls. Our clan emblem is a white dahlia with silhouetted lions running along a pedal on a purple banner. A full moon with three silver crescent moons surrounding it on a black flag stands for the Wolf’s Clan. A snake coiled across itself twice like an infinity-only vertical on a green banner for the Reptiles. The Fliers emblem, a feathered wing fanned out on a blue flag, acting as the sky. Finally, The Nomad’s a red banner with a sailing ship surrounded by all the points of a compass. Safe for true north, signifying they belong not to one but all.

It was an order from his Alpha, and to decline would have been unthinkable. Now, standing among the gathered students in the Grand Hall, Alex couldn’t shake his unease. He was surrounded by his friends: Sean, Sara, Kira, and William. The banners of the factions wolves, witches, vampires, and werecats, hung proudly above them, vibrant symbols of rivalry and unity. At the podium stood Headmistress Katherine Hawthorne, her piercing gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd. When she spoke, her voice carried the weight of tradition and expectation.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

The entire forest seemed to glow that morning. Gold and silver banners rippled in the breeze, each stitched with the intertwined sigils of Blackpine, Twilight, and Phantom—once rival houses, now bound together. Wolves padded through the clearings dressed in ceremonial garb, their fur brushed with streaks of ochre and ash, symbols of loyalty and rebirth.

All of them pointed one direction, eyes hungry and white-rimmed in the torchlight, chins high so the breath comes out like foggy confession. The banners are out for spectacle: every house and bloodline’s, layered in blues and grays and bone-white, but ours—mine—dominates. The Vale wolf, all jaw and hunger, stitched in silver on midnight blue, frost riming the snarl. Wind snaps the canvas so the edges whip like whips, sharp and angry.

Reese’s POV The courtyard was louder than I’d ever known it be. There were cheers and growls the everything seemed wild and Alive. Kara and I even got a few pats on the back as we made our way through the crowd. Banners of different colors were mounted on tall poles, representing each pack that had gathered. Silver Fang’s silver wolf sigil gleamed proudly against white silk, Moon Dust’s banner shimmered faintly like it was dusted with stars, and Blood Serpents? Theirs hung darker than the rest.