I walked across campus with my mind doing exactly what I didn’t want it to do: running laps around Damien Ross.
I kept replaying what I saw that morning. Him standing behind that old training building with a few of his pack members like they were discussing something serious. No laughing. No joking. No usual swagger.
Just quiet tension.
I didn’t know what it meant.
But my head insisted on trying anyway.
Maybe it was about that stupid hockey match.
Or maybe they were planning something else.
Something worse.
Something that had to do with me.
By the time I reached the science block, my thoughts were spiraling so fast that even I knew I was being ridiculous. But when it came to Damien, the line between ridiculous and possible was very, very thin.
I sighed and tried to shake it off.
