Windsor's POV
The preliminary examinations had finally reached their conclusion.
Weeks of exhaustion, anxiety, and desperate studying were behind us. In what the administration called an act of concern for our mental wellness and overall health, they announced a two-day retreat funded entirely by Mr. Sinclair.
The freshmen would spend their time at a wilderness lodge while the upperclassmen headed to coastal resorts. Meanwhile, faculty members would remain behind to calculate final grades and prepare end-of-semester evaluations.
They presented this as our reward for surviving the academic gauntlet. The gesture seemed thoughtful enough, assuming you ignored the fact that Mr. Sinclair had never shown such consideration before.
That detail alone made my inner wolf bristle with wariness. Something felt off about this sudden display of benevolence. Why the change of heart? Why now? This felt less like genuine appreciation and more like calculated misdirection.
