Xander
As the time to leave drew closer, a restless urgency settled in my chest. I knew I needed to speak with Maxwell about our departure.
It was only practical for him to stay behind in Bloodhound with Eli.
Nala had also resolved to leave Annabel behind, a decision that weighed heavily on her, even if she hid it well.
My own thoughts were tangled, reluctant to linger in Ravenclaw any longer than necessary, yet aware that an extended stay might be inevitable.
The Shadow Clan’s growing audacity loomed over us, casting a long, dark shadow.
Decisions couldn’t be postponed much longer—not just to curb their rise, but to eradicate them entirely.
How that could be done, I still didn’t know. But deep down, I believed I would find a way. I had to.
I found Maxwell in the garden, seat
