Leon's room was nothing like the shared quarters assigned to the other students at Eclipse Prowess Institute. His was vast—too vast for one person—quiet, dimly lit, and pulsing with an unspoken reminder of why it existed: he was a Lycan prince, and Lycans do not mingle carelessly.
The chamber carried that silence a little too well.
The walls were still unfamiliar to him, even though he had lived in the palace all his life. Here, away from the guards, away from the heavy eyes of his father, away from the breath-stealing presence of the Moonstone Hall, Leon felt strangely exposed—like he had returned to school stripped of everything except his shame.
He had fainted.
In front of everyone.
Because of the rejection.
The sharp memory made him push a hand through his hair, letting out a breath as he sat on the edge of the large bed. His bag was already unpacked; his belongings arranged neatly—as though cleaning gave him control over something when, in truth, he had no control at all.
