Chapter 18: Ch 18: Recipee for Disaster- Part 2
As the class ended and students began dispersing with light chatter and laughter, Fenrir remained seated for a moment, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple.
Sparring with Dain hadn't left him injured, but his body ached in unfamiliar ways—proof of how far he'd slipped from his peak form.
Then the hairs on his neck stood up.
He glanced up and instantly met two pairs of eyes.
One belonged to Dain Klein, who gave him a small, friendly wave as if they'd just finished a pleasant conversation instead of nearly knocking each other out. The other set—sharp and stormy—belonged to Elaine Croix.
Her expression was unreadable, but the intensity in her eyes was unmistakable.
Fenrir held their gazes for a heartbeat longer, then looked away.
Too much attention. Not good.
Without a word, he gathered his things and slipped out of the building.
It wasn't fear that urged him to move quickly, but instinct—an urge to retreat and think, to return to somewhere quieter, more controlled. He needed a plan. Fast.
By the time he reached the apartment provided by the school, he was already browsing the web on his wrist console. Information whizzed by his eyes—rumors, marketplace updates, dungeon news. One headline caught his attention.