Kestrel's POV
The men who had assaulted me yesterday and almost took provocative pictures of me were the ones Sera had just sent photos of. Their bodies are mangled, torn, barely recognizable as human, it stares back at me from my phone screen. I can’t think, can't breathe or form words as I make my way to the cafeteria on shaking legs.
Sera is already there, her eyes are red and swollen from crying. Her usually perfect makeup is streaking down her face, and her hands tremble as she clutches a tissue while she stares at me with sadness.
"He attended Summer West," she sobs as I slid into the seat across from her. Summer West is a rival school about twenty miles away, known for their lacrosse team rather than hockey. "I don't understand why the hell he was suddenly here with some random
