The dining hall reeked of blood and fear. Plates shattered across the floor, food smeared under boots, chairs overturned like the aftermath of a brawl in a back-alley tavern.
Kael’s fists were red. Elias’s lip was split, blood dripping onto his shirt collar. And me, I stood frozen in the wreckage, surrounded by stares that pierced like knives.
No one saw me anymore. They only saw the omega who had split the academy in half.
Phones still glowed in the corners, recording, whispering the story that would spread through every pack before sunrise.
Kael strained against the silver chains the guards had clamped around his wrists, his chest heaving, his eyes still glowing faintly. His wolf was dangerously close to breaking through.
Elias leaned against the wall, smirking even with blood trail
