Claire P.O.V
I glanced over at Ethan, who was sitting beside me. He had his chin resting on his hand, gazing out the window at the street we were walking on, the remnants of the dormitory still smouldering behind us. People were staring at us, their faces a mix of awe and unspoken fear.
As we drove off, I saw Agatha being slapped by her dad. Her mom was powerless to intervene, and they were caught up in a heated argument until Agatha fell silent, her father's hand poised to strike again.
Ethan Randall—that's the name the Alpha dropped earlier. It sends shivers down the spine of everyone who hears it. Is it really that intimidating?
Ethan's voice caught me off guard. He didn’t even turn around when he said, “If you’ve got something to ask, just go ahead. Stop staring at me like that.”
