Canan’s POV
The door slams behind us, and the principal doesn’t wait a second before letting the fury loose.
“You call this a mission?!” he roars, voice booming against the polished walls of his office. “Do you even understand what failure means?!”
Eli shuffles forward, hands raised like a child caught stealing. “Sir, we…”
“We were ambushed, sir!” Luke adds, voice shaking but trying to sound firm. “It wasn’t our fault–”
Garrick cuts him off with a bark of laughter that’s more dangerous than any roar. “Not your fault?” He leans forward over the desk, eyes flaring. “Do you think this is some game? That these unseen attacks will wait for you to be ready? No! You are here to anticipate, to outthink, to outfight! And yet you failed! All of you!”
The words hit like hammers, echoing in the
