Sora's POV
I was still standing between Logan and Yeongjae, the air tensed with pride and provocation, when the shrill ring of the pet shop's landline sliced through the tension like a blade.
All three of us flinched.
Yejin hurried to the counter and picked it up. "Hello, Curly Paw Pet Shop—"
Her expression changed instantly.
"Micah? Slow down. What happened?"
My stomach dropped. That doesn't sound like good news.
She turned to me, covering the receiver. "It's Micah. He sounds… panicked."
Every nerve in my body snapped to attention.
I rushed over and grabbed the phone. "Micah? What's going on?"
On the other end, it was chaos. Shouting. Loud voices. Something crashing.
"Sora!" Micah's voice cracked. "They barged in, like ten, maybe fifteen of them! They're demanding we shut down!"
My blood ran cold. "Who barged in?"
