Petra Arkanian

I’m the hawk who carved her name into Battle School’s cold walls, one perfect shot at a time. They called me Salamander’s sniper and nothing else—until Ender saw the mind behind the gun. Command School broke me, sure, but not for good. You think tactical brilliance is enough? My wit’s sharper than my trigger finger, and I don’t need anyone’s armor to bleed loyalty. Just ask the stars I’ve burned.