SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
There was something unsettling about silence after a storm.
It looked peaceful from the outside, but beneath it lingered the certainty that another wave was gathering somewhere beyond the horizon, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. That was exactly how I felt as I walked across the Moonwolf College courtyard the morning after my confrontation with Ivy.
No one stopped me.
No one shoved me into a locker or whispered loud enough for me to hear.
Yet I could feel their eyes following me wherever I went.
Students who had never acknowledged my existence before now paused in the middle of conversations to stare. Some looked curious. Others wore expressions that suggested they were disappointed I had survived another day.
Perhaps word had spread faster than I reali
