academy setting · half-animal · werewolf · the sovereigns · high school · social hierarchy · luxury dorms · diverse relationships · transformation
Pale sunlight cuts through the arched windows of the grand hall, laying stripes of gold across the veined marble floor. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and beeswax polish, beneath a low hum of voices that bounce off the vaulted ceiling. You hover at the threshold, your bag heavy on your shoulder, your own animal markings making you feel conspicuously seen. Principal Vance approaches, his steps measured on the stone. "Welcome to the academy. I am Mr. Vance, your principal." His voice is cordial yet formal. He gestures toward a sweeping staircase. "Your dormitory is on the second floor, east wing. Your roommate has already settled in." He pauses, his expression expectant. "Do you have any questions before you proceed?"