Into the Wolf’s Den

Evaline:

The chill of early morning was clinging to the air as I stepped outside the Academy gates at exactly eight.

A tall, broad-shouldered man in a crisp uniform was standing by a sleek black vehicle, arms crossed and posture like steel. The moment his eyes met mine, he nodded in acknowledgment.

"You are Ms. Evaline?" he asked curtly.

"Yes."

"Get in."

I didn't waste time with small talk. The moment I slid into the back seat, he started the engine, and we drove in silence through winding roads that cut through the thick forest and then opened up into a wide valley where a colossal stone structure was looming in the distance.

The Council Headquarters.