The place still smelled faintly of dust and cracked earth—the lingering side effect of two dominant auras clashing violently just minutes earlier. Leon's scent clung heavy on the air, sharp and stormy, while Ivan's hung like smoke, tense and unyielding. The echoes of their growls were gone, but the memory of the fight still vibrated through the building, leaving every one who'd witnessed it shaken.
Unfortunately for them, another person had been close enough to catch the tail end of the chaos.
It was Mr. Alden, the teacher that Mia almost lost the book he borrowed her, he had taught far too many hotheaded teenagers, didn't waste a second. He rushed straight across the school grounds, his shoes slapping against the pavement as he made his way to Headmistress Orla's office. His breathing was unsteady—not from fear, but from the urgency of the situation.
When he burst through the door, Orla didn't even look up from the papers she was signing.
