Lorraine's POV
It has been two days since the Battle of Lunar Crest, and the academy still breathes like a graveyard.
The halls that once thrummed with whispers and laughter felt hollow now, the silence pressing in from every corner. A numbness lingered over the campus like fog, unshakable and heavy. Even when voices rose, they were subdued, respectful, as if the very walls were in mourning.
They called it a victory, the "Battle of Lunar Crest," some already whispering it like a legend. But it didn't feel like a victory. Not to me.
The queen was dead. Kieran's mother, Athena Valerius Hunter, the Ghosthound Queen herself, gone.
