The moment Don spotted the missile—
He didn't hesitate.
His body shifted instantly as **Beastshift** activated.
The change was subtle.
Too subtle for most human eyes to detect. Muscles tightened beneath his clothes. His posture adjusted by the smallest degree. His senses expanded outward like a sudden flood.
But a few people on the viewing deck noticed.
Among them—
Mr. Xiao.
He had been standing near one of the side tables speaking calmly with two investors, discussing possible partnerships with the school. His glass remained loosely in his hand as he noticed the disturbance forming near the viewing glass.
His gaze lingered on Don.
The movement.
The posture.
Something changed.
"Please excuse me—"
He began to say.
But he never finished the sentence.
Because something else happened.
Not far from him—
Summer and Sylvia stood together near the refreshments table.
