The school courtyard had never felt this tense before.
Students gathered in a wide circle with their phones raised as whispers spread like wildfire through dry grass.
Most of them still believed that West wasn't even awakened.
West Einstein stood calmly at the center with his bag hanging loosely from one shoulder. His expression was relaxed as if he wasn't surrounded by danger.
Caleb stood directly in front of him, already transformed.
His body had grown grotesquely large, over seven feet tall with muscles bulging unnaturally beneath his skin.
Veins pulsed like thick cables across his neck and arms as his eyes glowed red with feral intensity. Glowing lines extended from one eye to the other and then straight down to his jawline as scales appeared on his arms and legs.
Behind him stood the other three.
Icarus...
Bront...
Vyre...
All clad in dark purple jackets, representing their gang.
The murmurs from the crowd grew louder.
"Isn't West unawakened?"
