Tristan Grayson
I sat there in my dorm room, the muted light of the late afternoon filtering through the window, casting long shadows on the floor.
It had been a whirlwind of events in the past few days, each moment more intense and chaotic than the last. The only solace I had found in this mess was the knowledge that the vampire, that blood-sucking bastard, was now locked away in solitary confinement.
Good riddance.
He deserved every minute of that isolation, especially after what he had almost done to Lucas. Probably even more.
I leaned against the windowsill, the cool glass pressing against my fingertips as I gazed outside. The campus was quiet, students going about their business, unaware of the turmoil that had been unleashed within the walls of Moonlit Academy. It was almost
