Chapter 4: The forged and the forgotten
Charis
A tall and regal woman with grey-streaked black hair pulled into a severe bun swept in.
Her eyes surveyed the hall as she continued to the podium. Beside her was a small, ferrety man in wire-rimmed glasses, clutching a clipboard to his chest like a shield. He had a golden tag on his cardigan that read "Admission Specialist."
The hall fell into absolute silence.
When the woman and the admission specialist had settled in front of the hall, the woman came closer and swept her gaze one last time across the room.
"All newly admitted students, stand!" she barked.
Chairs scraped as everyone hurriedly rose to their feet. I stood slowly, the black jacket still lying beside me. Rhett gave me a wink before letting go and rising with a lazy stretch.
Wait! He was also a newly admitted student like me?
Kael remained standing, too, but I was sure he wasn’t a new student.
"Welcome to Ravenshore," the woman started coldly. "You’re here because your parents believe you have what it takes to become an Alpha and rise to the league of those who serve in the prestigious palace of the Alpha King. We are here to prove them wrong."
She paused, as if she wanted the words to sink into our skulls.