As dawn broke over the quiet neighborhood, Alaric was already preparing for the day ahead. He moved through his morning routine with practiced ease, his thoughts focused on the events that had transpired in the past few days. The red cross, his regained memories, and the unsettling encounter with the werewolf boy had left him with a heightened sense of awareness. Today, he planned to navigate the day with the same calm demeanor that had served him well in the past.
Alaric arrived at school, where the usual buzz of activity greeted him. His friends were already gathered near the entrance, engaged in animated conversation. They waved him over, and he joined them with a relaxed smile, slipping into the familiar routine of casual banter and shared jokes. The normalcy of these interactions provided a welcome distraction from the undercurrent of tension that had been building.
