Kara hesitated before slowly making her way to the couch. She sat down next to Kistos, but made sure she put a space between the two. His eerie resemblance to her brother still sent a chill down her spine.<br/><br/>When the principal mentioned Luka, a lump formed in her throat. She knew he went to this school, and he had always encouraged her to go as well. She almost laughed at how ironic she'd ended up here. She glanced at Kistos as he spoke.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">After all the king of the night class can not rule without being punished.</span>King? What did he mean by that? Was that some kind of joke? Her expression softened with curiosity and the shadow of a smile came over her face. She shoved her curiosity out of her mind as she looked back at the principal.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Will you both stand with me?"</span><br/><br/>A dark look slid over her eyes, her guard quickly building back up. "My brother died fighting for this war. As did my father. I might as well do the same. What else am I going to do? I can't sit around anymore." Her voice was strong, but still slightly shaky. This was probably the most she'd said in months. She subconsciously reached up and grabbed the pendant around her neck that her brother had given her the night he died. He'd always worn it before then.<br/><br/>It had a large emerald jewel hanging on a golden chain, with a wolf wrapped around it, snarling, as if protecting it. She'd always thought it meant he was protecting her, because the emerald was the same color of her eyes. She looked down at the floor again, not being able to meet the principal's eyes anymore.