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CHAPTER 65
~Principal Whitmore's POV~
The blinds were drawn. Every single one. No daylight dared creep through the cracks. I made sure of it.
The overhead lanterns flickered, casting a pale glow against the walls of my office, but even that did little to chase off the cold that had settled in my bones.
This wasn't just another disciplinary meeting.
This was a council summons.
I stood behind my desk, hands folded tightly behind me, my back straight, my face composed—every part of me wearing the practised expression of control.
But beneath the stillness, something twisted. Cold, heavy dread curled in my gut like smoke that refused to lift.
The room was filled with apex predators, not just in title, but in aura.
We were having a meeting via video call. At once, all the screens lit up with visuals of the council of elders.
