Chapter 6: The Prince’s Gaze
Our eyes met for a heartbeat.
His red eyes, piercing and impossibly deep, locked onto mine with a force I could barely breathe against.
For a split second, the world narrowed to just that gaze. My pulse skipped violently, my chest tightening as if it would crack under the pressure.
I couldn’t look away.
But then, as if I didn’t exist, he tore his gaze from me.
He turned smoothly, effortlessly shifting his posture, and walked toward the academy’s massive orientation hall.
From the shadows, a throng of officials rushed toward him, wolves and Lycans alike.
They bowed deeply as they flanked him, heads low, eyes on the ground. The clamor of their hurried footsteps echoed across the school, but I could not stop watching.
He didn’t glance back.
His shoulders squared as the officials escorted him into the towering entrance of the orientation hall.
The crowd parted for him as if he were royalty.
I stood frozen in the academy’s sprawling courtyard, chest heaving. My fingers clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the place where he had been.