Everyone was truly motivated right now.
They felt as if they could take on the world, as if some great weight had been lifted from their shoulders and replaced with burning determination.
They were ready to change. Ready to grow. Ready to fight for their future.
But of course, among the motivated, there was always one who took things a little too far.
Nyx.
She stood apart from the others, and the expression on her face was not one of healthy determination.
It was something else entirely. Something dangerous.
Her eyes had taken on a gleam that made the little children near her instinctively take a step back.
The smile curving her lips was not warm or encouraging—it was sharp, predatory, almost feral.
The kind of smile a hunter wore when spotting vulnerable prey.
Luca noticed it immediately. His own expression shifted from satisfaction to wariness.
"Well, well, well."
Nyx purred, her voice cutting through the celebratory atmosphere like a blade.
