Ash's POV
Ash remained motionless in his room for what felt like an eternity, his gaze fixed on the wooden floor beneath his feet. When he finally stirred, it was only to collapse backward onto his bed, now staring at the ceiling above with the same vacant expression.
The past day had been nothing short of catastrophic.
First revelation: he was romantically involved with royalty. Not just any royalty, but the Princess of the wolves herself. What made it worse was that Ash had pieced together that Lyra had known her true identity from the very first day she arrived on campus. She had been hiding it deliberately, and that deception gnawed at him in ways he couldn't quite articulate. He felt caught between fury and bewilderment, unsure which emotion deserved precedence.
Second revelation: she was woven into some ancient prophecy that positioned her as the wolves' salvation against the vampire threat.
