The Advisor's Acceptance

POV: Freya

Breakfast hit me like a sensory avalanche. We served it late, pushing the morning schedule well past a normal hour to give everyone a chance to sleep in after the chaos of the full moon. I didn’t object in the slightest. My body still thrummed with the residual energy of the shift, a wild, crackling electricity beneath my skin that made it hard to sit still. The dining hall echoed with