The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 158

Lylah’s POV

I still wanted to talk to Vargan. There were so many things I hadn’t asked him yet.

But before I could say another word, Ezra appeared and quietly inserted himself between us.

Reluctantly, Vargan let us go.

As our car rolled out of the estate grounds toward the Pack’s border, I caught sight of several Moonclaw warriors sparring in the distance. The moment they noticed Ezra, they immediately stopped.

One by one, they bowed their heads to their Alpha.

I smiled softly at the sight.

Though I hadn’t had the chance to meet them properly during my stay, I silently promised myself I would the next time I visited.

The following morning, life returned to its usual rhythm. Teaching classes at Lunar Grace. Endless studying.

I was walking down the long stone corridor with a stack of documents in my arms when a familiar head of fiery red hair caught my attention.

“Gwyn!” I called.

She turned immediately.

“Luna,” Her eyes widened, and she seemed suddenly nervous.

I sighed gently.

“Gwyn, do you remember what I told you?” I said with a small smile. “We agreed we’d act like friends. There’s no need to call me that.”

She flushed.

“Right. Yes, Lun- I mean… Lylah.”

My gaze dropped to the luggage she was holding.

“Are you going somewhere?” I asked.

She nodded slowly, a hint of sadness flickering across her face.

“Starting today, I’ll only be working here once a week,” she explained. “I’m transferring to a treatment house closer to Whitepine.”

“Why?”

She sighed softly. “Gary decided he’s going back to Whitepine as well. I’m not entirely sure why… he just said the opportunities he hoped to find here aren’t suitable anymore.” She shrugged.

“I thought it would be better if I stayed closer to my family.”

I nodded, though the news left a faint ache in my chest.

It was a little sad.

“I’ll come visit you,” I promised.

Her smile brightened immediately. “I’d like that.”

We hugged briefly before parting ways.

The quota was incredibly limited, nowhere near enough for the number of hopeful applicants. By morning, the hallways were already overflowing with people.

“Lady Soren, welcome to Lunar Grace.”

The voice caught my attention.

I turned.

Cora stood there, accompanied by a girl I vaguely recognized.

Raven–black hair. Sharp, confident eyes.

Soren.

She was from the Blackfang Pack. I remembered her now.

“You’re the top student from your Pack’s College,” one of the boys nearby said admiringly. “Securing a place here should be easy for you.“He smirked. “Besides, isn’t your family rich enough to simply bribe a professor?”

Soren laughed lightly, brushing a strand of dark hair over her shoulder.

“I’m not interested in that.” Her eyes gleamed with confidence. “The professor I want to study under isn’t someone who can be swayed by money.”

“Oh?” someone asked curiously. “Then who did you choose?”

Soren lifted her chin proudly.

“Who else?” she said. “The master of the highest–ranked healers in Verdanth. Professor Clark Grimwood.”