Chapter 35

• Jace
• The smell of burning sage and candle wax drifted through the West Courtyard as I crossed the stone steps. A thin mist curled around the carved wolf statues lining the walkway, making them look like silent sentinels glaring into the dark. Students laughed and murmured in small groups.
• It was the Halves’ monthly ritual night. Bullshit theatrics, if you asked me. Half these kids couldn’t conjure a matchstick spark if their lives depended on it, but here they were, chanting fake oaths under the full moon for clout.