Hunter’s father stood silent for a moment too long, as though the weight of what he was about to say was pressing down on him. His expression had hardened—not out of coldness, but calculation. Searching for the right words. The kind that could unravel someone’s world without shattering them entirely.
Kenzie shifted beside Hunter, sensing the tension. Her brows furrowed, her hands unconsciously curling into her sleeves.
“Kenzie,” his father finally said, his voice low and steady. “There are things we need to discuss. Things about who you are… and why you’re here.”
He was just beginning—his mouth parting to say more—when the world split open.
A violent boom erupted from the east side of the school grounds, the sound thunderous and raw. The floor beneath them trembled, chandeliers rattlin
