ARES’ POV

The moment I stepped out of my car, a wave of whispers rippled through the crowd of students like I was some sort of walking scandal. Again. I swear, these humans needed hobbies. Or maybe just better survival instincts. I growled inwardly, my expression remaining cold and unreadable.

They always stared. Always whispered. And like always… I didn’t give a damn.

Because I was looking for someone.

My eyes swept the students in the hallway like a predator searching for its prey. ...