Lyra's POV
The remainder of that day passed without incident. Whatever power play Alaric had executed managed to keep the hostile wolves at bay for the rest of my classes. When I finally collapsed into bed that night, I allowed myself a moment of cautious optimism. Perhaps surviving my first week at this academy wouldn't be the nightmare I had anticipated.
That fragile hope shattered completely on Thursday morning, the fourth day of my academic imprisonment. Poppy and I were making our way across campus toward Introduction to High Magicks, the single class we shared together. Her enthusiasm was infectious, despite my growing sense of unease.
