Chapter 15: Ch 15: Make a Deal- Part 2
Elaine's heels tapped briskly against the polished floor, her posture ramrod straight as she led Fenrir through the halls to the principal's office.
She didn't speak a word to him, but the tension radiating off her was sharp enough to cut steel.
Fenrir followed lazily, hands in his hoodie pocket, eyes half-lidded with boredom. He seemed entirely unaffected by her righteous fury.
When they entered the principal's office, Fenrir blinked in faint surprise.
Principal Cale wasn't the older, wrinkled man he had expected.
Instead, he looked to be in his late forties, well-built and youthful in a rugged, experienced kind of way.
His dark brown hair was streaked with grey, but his skin was clear, his gaze steady.
The man exuded calm authority—like someone who had seen wars and returned alive not because of strength alone, but because of calculated survival.
But what really caught Fenrir's attention was the way the man moved—or more precisely, what he didn't move.
Cale's left arm, while still attached, pulsed with no mana at all. Not a trace.
It hung at his side with lifeless ease, and Fenrir's sharp senses picked up the subtle way his shoulder favored the right when he shifted or gestured.