Chapter 92: The Queen of Blades
Lorraine’s POV
The Lycans had strode confidently to the front like they owned the academy, because in every cruel sense of the word, they did. Their footsteps were measured, heavy with dominance, and unapologetically arrogant. They didn’t flinch under the weight of hundreds of stares. They welcomed it. Drank it in.
Kieran led them like a king in everything but title. Varya took her place beside him, her expression blank, composed, terrifying. The rest fell into their seats, spreading out along the front row like a silent red wave of power.
Suddenly, the stage lights flared on with a low hum, drawing every eye forward.
The side door opened, and from the shadows emerged the venomous head of the Academy.
Director Astrid Voss.
She walked with purpose, each click of her black heels against the stage deliberate and sharp. She was dressed in an obsidian leather suit that looked like it had been stitched from shadows and blades, her silver hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that only sharpened her already severe features. The woman didn’t just enter a room, she dominated it.
She stopped center stage, her eyes sweeping over us all, elites, nobles, ferals, Lycans, like everyone were nothing but pawns on her chessboard.
"Good morning, everyone," she said, her voice smooth, controlled, and ringing with authority. "I trust you’ve all had a restful night."
I could almost laugh.
Restful?
Elise was still missing.