Several Days Later…
The academy grounds were buzzing with activity from the early hours of the morning. Final-year students moved about in their formal black graduation robes, each one bearing the Belsorth insignia embroidered in gold thread.
Family members had begun arriving in waves. Some came in elegant carriages, others in steam-powered vehicles. A few of the wealthier families arrived via airship, landing on the designated platforms that had been set up specifically for the occasion.
Inside one of the preparation rooms reserved for graduates, Ethan was in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting his collar.
Percival was nearby, tugging at his own robe with visible annoyance on his face. "I don't understand how anyone made this thing and thought it was comfortable," he complained, pulling at the sleeves.
Ethan glanced over at him with a smirk. "It's not that bad."
"Easy for you to say," Percival shot back. "You're not part werewolf. This shit is itchy as hell."
