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Thanks to Damon’s reckless speed, I reached Lunar Grace just in time.
The moment my foot crossed the academy threshold, I slowed to a halt.
For years, I had only seen Lunar Grace in advertisements and from a careful distance–an untouchable dream carved in stone. The academy had stood for centuries, its pillars steeped in ancient story, its halls and corridors echoing with the legacy of great figures long gone. Every arch and carved sigil whispered honor.
Standing here now, excitement swelled in my chest, tight and breathless.
Phone in hand, I followed the map toward the Healing Department. I needed to retrieve my laptop and identification badge before heading to class.
“If the Healing building alone is this massive…” I muttered under my breath.
There were several offices listed. Most were dark and still locked.
Only the one at the far end stood open.
I approached and froze.
Inside, three people occupied the room.
A young girl stood clutching a bag to her chest, her face pale. Two towering men loomed over her.
“Damn it,” the taller one snapped. “You’ve pushed my patience far enough, Iris. This is your last chance, hand over the laptop, or you’re going to regret it p>
The girl was clearly terrified, but she didn’t step back.
“No, Alex,” she said, her voice shaking but firm. “This equipment is reserved for the new Junior Assistant of Traditional Healing. She’s arriving today. You can give your junior your own supplies p>
Alex barked a laugh.
“Traditional Healing?” His lip curled. “That pathetic subject is still hiring assistants? Anyone who applied must be painfully incompetent. Whoever she is, she’s nothing compared to my junior p>
Rage flared hot and fast in my chest.
Traditional Healing was the field I had chosen. Healing was never about hierarchy–it was about harmony. Modern methods and traditional practices were two halves of the same whole. Only fools believed one was
lesser.
Selestine stirred, urging me forward, claws scraping at the inside of my mind.
‘Wait, I whispered to her. ‘Wait a little bit.
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The second guy snorted. “Probably got rejected by Modern Healing. She’s just a leftover. An incompetent loser p>
Alex scoffed. “She’s just an assistant anyway. Her job is to serve students like us. She should know her place and step aside p>
“No, Alex. I won’t give you p>
He moved too fast.
His companion grabbed the girl by the hair, yanking her forward, while Alex lunged for the bag in her
arms.
That was it.
I surged into the room.
My kick landed squarely against Alex’s knee, forcing him down with a sharp curse.
The bag flew free, and I caught it instinctively, my grip firm, my aura flaring in warning.
“How dare you?” Alex snarled, rising. “Who the hell do you think you are, interfering like this? ”
I met his glare without flinching.
“Me?” I said calmly, even as my pulse thundered. “I’m the person you were just insulting. The new Junior Assistant for Traditional Healing p>
The girl sagged in visible relief. “Oh, finally you’re here p>
Alex’s eyes locked onto the laptop in my hands, his wolf pushing outward in a crude attempt to force submission. “Give it to me p>
“No.” My voice sharpened. “You said your junior was so competent. If they couldn’t even prepare their own supplies, that’s not my responsibility. And I won’t be fixing their failures p>
I hadn’t planned to say it–but arrogance like his scraped against every instinct I had.
“You’re just an assistant,” he growled, stepping closer. “And you dare talk back to me? Do you even know who I am? ”
“I don’t care p>
He smiled, slow and smug. “Then let me enlighten you. You’ve heard of the Vale Research Team, haven’t you? Led by Professor Corvin Vale–the pioneer of modern Healing, the man who reshaped the entire field? ”
My breath hitched despite myself.
I had.
And becoming Professor Vale’s student had been my lifelong dream. I had earned the score. Secured the
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spot.
Before Rowan ruined everything.
“I’m one of only five students he accepts from across all of Verdanth,” Alex continued, pride radiating off him like heat. “ Chosen. Elite p>
His gaze swept over me dismissively.
“Now tell me,” he said softly, “do you understand just how far beneath us your status lies p>
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