章節 4: The New Luna
The school's administrators had assembled in anticipation of the car's arrival. They were expecting the Alpha, but a lady's sandal could be seen from afar when the door opened.
"It's not the Alpha!"
"I was also expecting Mr. Bloodmoon, but never have I seen him in school events. It would be even rarer for him to come and handle this little problem."
"Maybe he was too busy, so he couldn't spare some time to visit the school's premises."
"We cannot complain against the Alpha. Who can we run to without him making funds for our school?"
"That's right! We must be thankful he still sent someone to handle his son's affairs!"
"Kieiran is smart, but he needs guidance!"
"Your words are incomplete. He needs to have listening skills before anything! That kid can close himself and listen to no one."
"If only we could persuade him to be an obedient kid and stay far from trouble..."
Mr. Zephyir Bloodmoon, a figure of understated grace, had continuously operated within a low-key existence. Even though the remarriage hadn't been accompanied by grandeur, his circle of friends and acquaintances remained distinct.
"She looked like a new secretary to me."
"No, from her bearing, she might be an elder of the pack!"
As of now, these school leaders were unaware that Seraphyne occupied the position of his current wife. Gazing upon her youthful beauty, their preconceived notions led them to misidentify her as an elder pack member dispatched by the Alpha. But they couldn't deny the intimidating aura that lingered from Seraphyne and her lack of worldly scent.
"Are elders very young now?"
"I guess so. Else, how could we explain the aura that surrounds her?"
"She must be powerful!"
"How so?"
"You see, guards did not even accompany her!"
Seraphyne's gaze swept over the individuals waiting before her. Their expectant expressions spoke volumes about their anticipation for her involvement.
For a fleeting moment, she debated invoking a last-minute escape, a vanishing act that would relieve her from facing this overly enthusiastic atmosphere. Yet, the web of her new reality was tightly woven, and her steps forward were irrevocable.
With a deep breath, she stepped towards the school leaders.
Dean Emerson's demeanor was polite, but his unease was evident, his forehead glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
The unique atmosphere of this school added to his anxiety.
It was a place where the majority of students hailed from affluent or noble backgrounds, their sensibilities delicate and egos easily bruised.
Among them, the Bloodmoon pack stood as a particularly strong presence. Even though Zephyir Bloodmoon had risen from humble beginnings, his lineage concealed a depth of mystery.
The group's steady expansion under his rule signaled the potential to eclipse even the most ancient of werewolf clans. Some predicted that he could soon ascend to the apex of the rich list in the supernatural world, securing an enviable position within a mere year.
Yet, it was more than wealth that set the Alpha apart.
His generosity was undeniable.
When his son, Kieiran, had first set foot within the school, the Alpha had contributed generously, endowing the institution with buildings and vital road projects. Moreover, his support extended to other facets as well.
The school's leaders had long harbored the intention to honor him, but the Alpha's packed schedule left him appearing rarely, almost as a fleeting presence.
In this tense moment, Dean Emerson's voice carried a veneer of politeness, despite his earlier misidentification of Seraphyne as the Alpha's new secretary. "May I inquire about your name, please?"
With a natural cadence, Seraphyne responded, "My last name is Lycanwood."
Dean Emerson couldn't help but remark, 'What an unusual surname!'
"Ms. Lycanwood," he continued, "Isn't Alpha Bloodmoon always engrossed in his work? We understand that he's occupied unless it's a truly exceptional situation."
Seraphyne offered a tentative nod, her curiosity piqued by the conversation. "What seems to be the matter? On behalf of the Bloodmoon pack, I'll be the one to handle affairs regarding any alarming situation that involves the Alpha's son."
"Kindly follow me," Dean Emerson invited, leading her through the corridors of the teaching building toward the conference center.
Seraphyne thought to herself, 'An academy this big and technologically advanced existed like this! It's like a massive piece of artwork! The poles are even carved using gold!'
Amidst this brief journey, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place for Seraphyne. It became clear that Kieiran had found himself embroiled in a situation.
He had intervened to rescue an individual who had been coerced into attempting suicide.
Seraphyne had lots of thoughts when she heard half of what had happened.
'He's such a good kid! But why does the school still call the parents if their children do good things?'
Kieiran, a hot-blooded young man, wielded his authority with an iron fist. While most hesitated to cross him, a moment of righteous indignation had propelled him into action.
Witnessing youths harassing a fellow schoolmate beyond the campus borders, he had acted on instinct, his response not an intellectual exercise but a swift, unapologetic fist.
'So that's where the hero-saving-an-Omega-in-distress went wrong!'
Observing this sudden fight, other students passing by had rallied, entering the fray against the societal youths.
To evade Kieiran's striking fist, one of the young men strategically absorbed the brunt of his blows, intentionally subjecting himself to the physical impact. As a result, he had remained hospitalized since the morning.
A call had been made, summoning the attention of patrolling law enforcement officers. Fortunately, the school's reputation still held sway in the public eye, preventing Kieiran from being confined to a jail cell.
'In this world, money still holds people in the neck.'
The students who had been involved in the brawl had also chosen not to escalate the matter by involving the police station, thereby safeguarding both their own interests and those of the school.
However, this apparent calm belied the unease that gripped the school's leaders.
Contrary to their expectations, a review of the surveillance footage revealed that Kieiran had initiated the fight. The matter was intensified by media scrutiny. News reporters had caught wind of the incident and aimed to magnify it into a sensational headline.
'Paparazzi still existed in today's time? And what about the surveillance? Isn't this a school with Mage teachers? People practice magic, but they can't simply erase that link?'
Within the school, an earnest desire for resolution prevailed.
'If the teachers practice magic, how can they not cast a spell and let those involved forget a memory?' Seraphyne never notices how silly her thoughts are, but she can only remain a listener.
Consequently, school leaders reached out to parents who held substantial influence and connections, entrusting them with the daunting task of quelling this burgeoning crisis.
Dean Emerson found himself in a state of anxiety, his internal turmoil contrasting starkly with the composed façade he presented to the world. Despite his inner distress, he maintained a calm exterior.
Seraphyne's ears perked up as she absorbed this information. The misunderstanding that she was the Alpha's secretary or an elder of the pack had positioned her in an unforeseen role, one that offered an opportunity to influence the unfolding events.
She recognized that the onus to make decisions rested on her, an assertion Dean Emerson was unknowingly reinforcing.
Summoning a pleasant smile, she addressed the situation. "I assure you, I will communicate the details of this matter to the Alpha without omission."
At this moment, Seraphyne consciously adopted the role of the benevolent stepmother, allowing her façade to masquerade as the nurturing figure society expected. To her, it mattered little whether she was perceived as a stepmother or any form of mother.
After all, she hadn't given birth to or raised this young man. The notion of stepping into a maternal role felt akin to donning an oversized mask, one she wasn't quite prepared to wear.
In the pages of the novel, Kieiran occupied the Alpha's sole son. Observing the Alpha's generous gestures toward his offspring, Seraphyne held faith that he would wield his influence to address this matter with a deft touch.
Dean Emerson's shoulders sagged in relief upon hearing Seraphyne's pledge.
Her assurance brought a newfound tranquility to the tense atmosphere. The weight that had been pressing on his chest seemed to lift, and he nodded gratefully, appreciating the potential influence that the Alpha's involvement could bring.
These parents were no ordinary individuals. Every figure that stepped forth belonged to the upper echelons of society, each possessing an annual income that scaled thirty million sins. Yet, even in this realm of elites, none could match the commanding presence of the Bloodmoon Alpha, who holds the ultimate authority.
With the matter finding its resolution, Seraphyne stood, ready to depart.
Dean Emerson accompanied her to the exit, a sense of closure imminent. However, fate had other designs.
A sudden appearance disrupted the expected ending, a young boy materializing seemingly out of thin air and nearly colliding with Seraphyne.
Caelum Grimclaw came rushing forward, encountering Seraphyne head-on. The sheer force of her presence seemed to suffocate him, pressure bearing down as if the air itself had grown dense.
He couldn't recover for a while.
He could even feel a dangerous breath lurking around him.
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