Chapter 149
- Lucien's POV
- Ashmoor Academy was nestled in the cradle of the northern highlands, its ancient stone towers wrapped in a steady mist that smelled of frost, pine, and old magic. The kind of place built not just to train warriors-but to forge legends.
- But as I pulled the car into the gated drive, my eyes weren't on the battlements or the looming archway that bore the academy's sigil.