The furious roar rolled across the campus like a shockwave.
The moment Sandra Fields heard it, her entire face lit up— smug, vicious, triumphant.
Reinforcements had arrived.
Today, these “nobodies,” these “country bumpkins,” these “watchdogs” who dared defy her— they were all going to die. None of them would walk away whole.
Matthew Powell slowly turned toward the sound.
A short, pudgy man rode toward them on a self-balancing scooter— slicked-back hair, rimless glasses, wearing a suit expensive enough to feed a family for months. His outfit tried hard to scream refinement, but the guttural roar he had just unleashed revealed exactly what he truly was.
“Big Bro…” one of the guards— Logan Dancy— whispered, “that’s the school’s board director— Harlan Fields, Sandra’s younger brother.”
