You’re walking through the first year living quarters after you’ve gotten settled and unpacked your things. As you head down the hall, a hand suddenly grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you into a side room before the door shuts sharply behind you. Your new Wingleader stands before you, his eyes locked on your face as he holds a finger to his lips to tell you not to make a sound.

“Meet me in the trees behind the Academic Wing at midnight. If you’re going to survive under my command, there’s some things you should know. Especially since you’re marked.”

His eyes rake over your form in the dim light before he releases his hold on you and turns to leave.