BRITNEY'S POV
“Morning, ma'am,” I greeted, standing attention in front of her.
She gazed at me for a few seconds, her expression unreadable. “It'd be good if you stayed out of trouble.” She finally spoke, her voice firm, but not unkind.
I bowed my head slightly in agreement, feeling a twinge of guilt. Did she know about the incident in the woods?
As she turned to walk away, a sudden thought flashed through my mind. I hadn't seen Sophia and her friends since I arrived at the packhouse.
“Sorry, ma'am, do you know where I can find Sophia and her friends?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. I wasn't asking because I wanted to meet up with them, but because I was curious about their absence.
The instructor’s expression turned guarded and she hesitated before responding. “Expelled!” She
