The tension in the lecture hall was thick enough to choke on.
Jenna sat frozen, her notebook clutched in white-knuckled fingers as Ryker stormed down the aisle, his boots echoing against the polished floor. Every pair of eyes in the hall followed him, wide and anxious, whispering in low, frantic voices.
At the front of the room, Kaelion didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. The Alpha Lycan King stood with terrifying composure, one hand resting lightly on the lectern, the other tucked casually into his pocket. His piercing silver eyes locked onto Ryker with the patience of a predator waiting for a foolish wolf to cross a line.
“Kaelion,” Ryker snarled, stopping a few paces short of the platform. “This isn’t your arena. You’ve got no business here.”
Kaelion’s lips curved into that infuriat
