Soraya's POV
Maybe I was mistaken… but that voice—there was something about it that made the back of my neck prickle. It wasn't just familiar. It was unsettlingly familiar.
Ares stepped forward with his usual charm, bowing slightly. "Principal Elara, it's good to see you again."
The woman's lips curved faintly, her composure graceful and unshaken. "And you as well, Prince Ares." Her pale green eyes shifted towards me.
Ares gestured in my direction. "This is..."
"I know who she is," the principal interrupted smoothly, her tone polite but edged with something unreadable. Her gaze locked on me, calm yet piercing.
I felt my stomach tighten as her smile deepened.
"Who wouldn't recognize the Luna of Silverfang?" she said, her voice soft but heavy with meaning.
Ares chuckled lightly beside me, trying to ease the tension, but I couldn't move. My pulse was thundering in my ears.
