The rest of the night passed, but the feeling didn't.
Even after I got inside and shut the door, I couldn't shake it completely.
Not fear.
Just… awareness.
Like something had seen me.
And decided not to act.
Morning came anyway.
And somehow, everything looked normal again.
Students filled the walkways, laughing, arguing, moving from one class to another like nothing had changed. The usual noise, the usual energy—everything exactly the way it had always been.
For a moment, I let myself believe it.
Maybe yesterday was just… something I didn't understand yet.
Maybe it wasn't as serious as it felt.
I walked into class and took my seat, resting my head slightly against my hand. Conversations flowed around me—friends joking, someone complaining about assignments, another arguing about something pointless.
Normal.
Just normal.
Philip walked in a few minutes later, his gaze briefly meeting mine before he sat down. He didn't say anything.
Neither did I.
For once, I just wanted the day to pass.
It didn't.
A scream cut through the hallway.
Sharp.
Loud enough to stop everything.
For a second, no one moved.
Then chairs scraped back, voices rose, and students rushed toward the door.
"What happened?"
"Did someone fall?!"
"Is it a fight?"
The questions overlapped, but no one had an answer.
I stood up slowly.
Something about that scream didn't feel normal.
I stepped into the hallway.
A crowd had already formed further down, students pushing forward, trying to see.
I moved closer.
Not rushing.
Just… drawn.
The noise around me blurred as I reached the front.
And then I saw it.
A student was on the ground.
Unconscious.
A few others were trying to help, panic clear in their voices.
But that wasn't what caught my attention.
It was the wall behind him.
My eyes locked onto it.
For a second, I didn't understand what I was looking at.
Then it clicked.
Scratches.
Deep.
Uneven.
Like something had carved into the surface with force.
Not random.
Words.
My chest tightened.
COME OUT, LITTLE WOLF.
Everything around me went quiet.
Not because the noise stopped.
But because my mind did.
I stared at the wall.
At those words.
At the way they seemed to stand out from everything else.
Clear.
Intentional.
Meant to be seen.
A cold feeling settled in my chest.
This wasn't coincidence.
This wasn't random.
This was directed.
At me.
"Who did this…?"
Someone whispered nearby, their voice shaking.
"I didn't see anyone…"
"It just… happened…"
Voices overlapped again, panic spreading through the crowd.
But I couldn't look away.
My gaze dropped slightly.
The student on the floor…
There were faint marks on his neck.
Not deep.
But enough.
Enough to understand.
A warning.
Not an attack meant to kill.
Something controlled.
Something deliberate.
A hand grabbed my arm.
"Don't."
Philip.
I hadn't even noticed him step closer.
His grip was firm—not forceful, but enough to stop me from moving forward.
I didn't look at him.
"This is because of me," I said quietly.
Philip didn't answer immediately.
But his grip didn't loosen either.
Around us, teachers started pushing through the crowd, trying to take control of the situation. Students were being forced back, voices rising, confusion turning into fear.
But none of that mattered.
Not anymore.
My eyes stayed on the wall.
On those words.
Burned into my mind.
COME OUT, LITTLE WOLF.