Xander's POV
I stood with my arms crossed, watching Killian linger near the training grounds long after the other students had headed to the locker rooms. My friend was practically hovering around that pathetic girl, and it made my jaw clench with irritation.
What was so damn special about her anyway? Lyra Cooper was nothing more than a weak little nobody who had somehow weaseled her way into the most elite Alpha Academy in the world. The thought alone made my blood boil. There were dozens of lesser academies where she might have actually belonged, yet here she was, tainting our sacred halls with her mediocrity.
A deep scowl carved itself across my features as I continued my surveillance. Killian was shifting his weight from foot to foot, that familiar nervous tell that I had learned to recognize over the years of our friendship. But why would Killian be nervous around her? The only connection they had was their severed bond, and that should have been the end of it.
