Caspian Fontaine
The morning sun cast a soft glow through the windows of Moonlit Academy as I walked down the bustling hallway. Students of various supernatural origins bustled around me, each in their own world, heading to their classes or chatting animatedly with their friends. It was a chaotic symphony of voices, footsteps, and laughter that echoed through the corridors.
My destination was the Potions class, a subject that was, well, less thrilling than catching waves in the open sea, but part of the deal in this academy. As I navigated through the sea of students, my senses suddenly caught a scent, one that was familiar and enticing – like a siren's call pulling me in. My heart quickened its pace, and I knew exactly what that scent meant.
Mate.
Stella Lockheed.
My instincts kicked
