Kieran's POV
The sleek black cars all came to a sharp, calculated stop, lined in a perfect curve that made the entire courtyard look like a military parade. Not a single door opened at first. Not a single sound escaped. The entire academy, every student, every staff member, even the goddamn air, froze in silence.
Then, slowly, purposefully, several guards stepped out. Their movements were precise, robotic, as they approached the luxury red limousine at the center of the fleet. One of them stepped forward and reached for the door.
I felt it before it happened.
The shift.
The weight in the atmosphere.
The moment the door cracked open, it was as if the entire world inhaled sharply.
And then he stepped out.
The Alpha King.
My father.
He was enormous, towering in stature, broader than any Lycan present. Clad in a dark burgundy suit and a sweeping black coat that brushed the ground with every step, he looked like he'd walked straight out of a legend and into a battlefield.
