Evaline:
The beginning of the sixth week rolled in with golden leaves rustling against the stone pathways of the Academy.
Autumn had fully embraced the grounds, painting the trees in hues of amber, burnt orange, and deep red. If I were someone else, I might have romanticized the beauty of the season - the crunch of leaves underfoot, the mellow sunlight filtering through branches - but the shift in the air was not just in the weather.
The peaceful lull we got to enjoy for the five weeks of the term came to a sharp, screeching halt.
Professors across every subject seemed to have woken up with a vengeance, as if they all collectively decided that now was the time to remind us we were at the most prestigious and demanding academy in the shifter world.
Over the week, we received assignments, group projects, and news of tests/quizzes that were to take place I'm seventh and eighth weeks.
