Michael Vane stood by the large window of his private academic office, his tall and commanding figure cast in a dark shadow as he stared out at the bustling university grounds below.
A dark, incredibly heavy expression clouded his handsome face, his jaw clenched tightly as the muscles in his face visibly strained under the pressure.
The terrifying scene that had just unfolded at the campus gates still echoed vividly in his mind, causing his blood to run cold with a dangerous, unstable mixture of deep worry and absolute fury.
Earlier, when Michael had first proposed taking care of Noah, his friends had fiercely disagreed, insisting they could handle it themselves.
However, seeing the various degrees of painful cuts and bruises marking their young bodies, Noah managed to convince them to leave him with the professor.
