Thorns of Veil

Arrival of the Wolf

The sky above Corvenmere Academy was not sky at all—it was a veil, stitched together with ancient spells and roiling shadows, ever shifting like smoke above a dying battlefield. The academy loomed like a wounded cathedral, its spires crooked, bleeding black ivy, and its gates whispering secrets in dead tongues.

Inside, the air was thick with anticipation.

“Do you feel that?” whispered one student to another, both wrapped in the emerald and obsidian robes of House Velnar.

“It’s him,” came the hushed reply. “The Wolf of Drevenmoor. They say he murdered a professor.”

“They say he doesn’t need a wand.”

“They say he commands spirits.”

The iron gates groaned open with the sound of a dying creature. And through them walked Kael Virellian.

No entourage. No luggage. Just a tall, sharp-boned figure clad in a tattered longcoat that fluttered with shadow rather than wind. His silver eyes—too pale, too bright—swept across the crowd like a curse. Every step he took made the air colder, the whispers louder, and the magic around him twitch like it was afraid.

Lucien Astor stood at the top of the staircase inside the Grand Hall, watching.

He had seen many monsters in his short life, had studied ancient ones, even danced with demons at court balls.

But he had never seen anything like Kael.

Power bled from him, not refined or gilded like the Astors' magic, but savage—wild. It licked at the edges of the wards with amusement, challenging them.

The Headmaster cleared his throat nervously. “Kael Virellian. You have been granted provisional entry into Corvenmere. Any abuse of our laws will be met with exile—or worse.”

Kael didn’t respond. He merely tilted his head, smirking as if the threat amused him.

Lucien descended the steps slowly. Students parted for him like water around a blade. He was the chosen heir of House Astor—the golden boy of the academy. But tonight, he felt like prey.

Kael turned toward him before he spoke. As if he already knew Lucien would come.

“You’re not like the others,” Lucien said quietly.

Kael’s voice was low and dangerous. “Neither are you. But you pretend better.”

A flicker of something passed between them—like a promise wrapped in barbed wire.

And though Lucien didn’t know it yet, his fate was already sealed.

The Wolf had arrived. And the Veil would bleed.

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