Clara
The White Tower wasn’t anything like what I had imagined. It looked more like an academy built for the elites of the elites, a polished world far above anything I was used to. And honestly, from the moment I stepped in, I felt painfully out of place.
This place was meant for the privileged, for people born into high status. Yet from my very first day, they placed me among the highest-ranking students just because I was the Luna of the Red Blood Pack.
My room was enormous—bigger than anything I’d ever lived in. I sat at the finest dining tables, served the best meals, and was treated like royalty. Like I was some kind of princess.
And to my surprise… I didn’t hate it.
Not even a little.
Even the lessons I expected to be exhausting weren’t bad at all. In fact, I enjoyed them more
