#Chapter 97: Raymond's Fury

As the dining hall gradually emptied out, conversations dying to uncomfortable whispers, I managed to pull myself together enough to attempt a dignified exit. The weight of everyone's stares felt crushing. I needed to escape before the humiliation became completely unbearable. But what I didn't realize was that rage was overtaking Raymond with every passing minute following our conversation. Just as I reached the doorway, his voice cracked like a whip behind me. "You haven't been excused!" I froze mid-step, shocked by the raw fury in his tone. When I turned back, my blood ran cold at what I saw. Raymond's face had turned an alarming shade of red, veins bulging at his temples. But it was his eyes that truly terrified me—wild and unfocused, filled with a madness I'd never seen before. The few pack members filing out halted. Some turned back, drawn by the Alpha's energy like moths to a flame. Others lingered at the hall's edges, pretending to clean while straining to hear what the