Kael's POV
I felt the shift the moment we stepped into the building.
Something underneath the usual morning noise—a charged quality to the air, like a room full of held breath waiting for a reason to release. I filed it away and kept moving. More pressing things needed my attention first.
My mind kept circling back to the meeting with the fathers. Everything had been put in place to end it. Rules, restrictions, accountability. And yesterday the girls had ignored all of it—getting close to Ayla at practice, crowding her on the bleachers while we were on the field.
My hand twitched at my side at the memory. Ayla had held her expression completely steady. Hadn't flinched. Hadn't given them a single thing to work with.
"She didn't look scared at all," Fenrir said, something close to pride
