Sebastian stood very, very still.
Not relaxed.
Not smiling.
Not doing that stupid little wiggle he always did before a fight.
He was just still, like an undisturbed ocean, calm as a lake.
His eyes sharpened with an intensity that looked wrong on his face, like someone had taken his usual mask of carefree insanity and peeled it off to reveal steel underneath.
Twenty wolves.
All C-rank.
All large enough that calling them "wolves" felt like an insult to biological classification.
He studied every single one.
Slowly.
Precisely.
Quietly.
Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face.
Nora could fight them.
Probably.
She was strong, almost as strong as him, just slightly weaker, which still put her miles above anything that breathed.
Annalise and Kent?
Different story.
Both talented.
Both above the average student by several lifetimes.
But compared to him and Nora…
Yeah.
No comparison.
If he didn't fight seriously…
