Night had fully settled over Ashbourne Academy.
The hostels were quiet, but the silence felt heavy—like the academy itself was watching.
Following the descriptions on the paper, Draven walked alone through a narrow stone corridor hidden behind the main training hall.
Few students even knew this place existed. Torches lined the walls, their flames flickering weakly, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted like living things.
His boots echoed softly as he moved.
“This place is odd,” he muttered under his breath. Suddenly a sharp pain exploded in his brain, clutching his head, the touch fell from his hand as he groans.
"What is happening to me?!" Blurry vision flashes through his mind, as the pain increases.
The backside of a she-wolf is being showed, her length hairs, waves
