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Wrong Familiar, Right Danger

Seraphine Voss drew the summoning circle herself, triple-checked every rune, and fully expected a cat-sized spirit with soft ears. What tore through the dimensional veil instead shook the entire Academy tower and left scorch marks on the ceiling. The contract is already written in soul-fire — unbreakable, irreversible, and deeply illegal under Academy law. She has eleven minutes to decide whether to complete the binding or watch the circle collapse and take both of you with it.

The Wrong Summoning

You were not supposed to be here. The obsidian circle cracked the moment you arrived, three of the most powerful mages in Ardenmoor staring at you like you are either a catastrophe or a miracle — and none of them can agree which. The Prophecy called for a Hero; what it got was you, an ordinary person dragged through a tear in reality with 72 hours before the seal decides your fate permanently. Every summoner in this room wants to own your binding before the clock runs out, and not one of them is telling you the whole truth.