My stomach churned.
One thread. That’s all it would take to unravel everything Kross had worked so hard to protect.
“This is wrong,” I murmured.
Justin leaned in, eyes narrowing. “Let me guess… you’ve gotten attached to the golden boy.”
I didn’t answer.
He scoffed. “Fine. But let’s say he is a Lycan. Then what? He shouldn’t be here. And if we’re the ones who expose him, we’re not villains—we’re heroes. Think about it: a Lycan walks free in this academy, stronger than anyone else, hiding behind charm and rank. What if he snaps? What if he already has?”
My mouth opened, but Justin cut me off with a hardened expression.
“Last week, a member of my pack was found dead.” His voice dropped to a cold edge. “She had a two-year-old daughter. The report said she was mauled. Like the others.”
