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~Jade's POV~
CHAPTER 130
There was a slight shift in the room at that. Silver started to speak connecting the games, but Dean leaned back in his chair, a slow smile forming as he raised a hand to cut him off.
"Silver has the right spirit," Dean said, his voice cutting easily through the murmurs. "But let's not forget this is still a werewolf academy. Controlled chaos is fine for a festival, but if we're doing this, it needs to mean something. It needs to tap into what we are. Something primal."
He tapped his fingers lightly against the table, his calculating gaze moving across the room before landing squarely on me. "We need a focal point. Jade Snow, you're already the face of the academy right now. We might as well make it official."
A small, uneasy feeling settled in my chest, and my fingers tightened against the edge of the table. "Meaning what, exactly?"
