ELLA POV
We cleared our trays and joined the stream of students moving toward the main hall.
The orientation chamber was enormous. Fangar apparently did nothing modestly, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from grinning like an i***t. The place looked like something straight out of one of those fantasy movies everyone had been obsessed with in the first decade of the millennium, except this one smelled like old stone, polished wood, and far too many Alpha wolves packed into the same room.
Rows of dark wooden seats descended toward a wide platform at the front, while the King’s crest hung behind it, larger than any symbol I’d seen since arriving.
King Simon’s presence without King Simon himself.
The message was obvious enough. Fangar belonged to his pack, stood on his land,
