<h4>Chapter 392: 392-The Threat In Her Eyes</h4>


    <strong>Ian:</strong>


    "She should have been back by now," I muttered, fisting my palm. Ever since I had returned, I had told my squadmates everything.


    I did not know if they even believed me at this point, but I had to say it.


    However, there was not much we could do. We took a stroll to the train station after we refused to listen to the lurkers or anybody else.


    They showed us there was no train, so we returned.


    "Wait, so you’re telling me that she has gone to get a watch that can return someone in time and all that bullshit, but it is on the dark side of the north?" Troy asked me again.


    This was the fifth time he had confirmed this information from me, and I was tired of telling him the same thing over and over.


    I could tell he did not believe me. The others might, but he did not.


    I stopped pacing and faced him, my hands on my waist.


    "How many times does he have to tell you?" Yorick argued with Troy, who started to shake his head while wandering toward Yorick, who was standing next to the window.


    "Do you seriously believe him? He is the headmaster’s son. What if he is doing all this to make us storm into the north and get ourselves killed?" Troy stated.


    At this point, I did not me him for thinking that way. We never had the kind of connection to trust each other.


    I would not trust them either, but when it came to Clementine, I would not think twice.


    They were ready to jump in and help her too, but none of us knew what to do.


    "Well, then exin this. Clementine is not in her room," he replied, getting up from the bed and stepping beside Troy, his hands on his waist as if he was challenging him.


    "Okay, fine, if she is sent to the north, she should have been back by now. This is Clementine we are talking about. She is very powerful, is she not?" Troy argued, and at this point I realized what was going on.


    He had been fine believing me when I arrived and told them what was happening, but the minute time started to pass, he began to question me.


    He was scared. He was scared because she was not back, so he had started to give himself excuses.


    "So you think that she tied somewhere and we are lying?" I told him, tilting my head.


    "I am just saying that it is your father who sent her there," he argued angrily, pointing at me.


    "Ian, he is not wrong though. What else do you know? There is no way you do not know anything," Haiden questioned.


    This time, the three of them faced me.


    "He is asking you something," Yorick stated, pointing toward Haiden.


    "I know a lot, but before you me me, I found out recently. That night when I was out, I was at my father’s mansion. This is where I found out most of the things, I mean all of the truth," I uttered softly.


    Honestly, it was moments like these when I missed Clementine even more.


    I wanted to tell this to her first. She had been there for me since day one.


    She was the one who had been wanting to find out the truth about the academy, so she would have been happy to know everything.


    But now, I had to slip in a little information while she was not back.


    The three were staring at me still.


    Once their stares grew intense, I decided to give them a little gist, or at least tell them why I was not exining anything right now.


    "Let’s wait for Clementine’s return."


    The minute I said that, the three began to shake their heads in sync.


    "Why not now?" Haiden insisted. "Maybe what you tell us will help us get her back," he added.


    "Do you really think that any truth about the academy would bring her back? If anything, what if we tell the world what the academy is, or if the news gets out and the pack members start to object to the north, then what? She will be stuck there," I grunted, reminding them that maybe finding out the truth was not the priority anymore.


    I had to get Clementine back first. She would always remain my priority.


    "Then tell us. We will not tell anyone," Troy insisted.


    My eyes moved toward the door and I sensed something.


    I gestured for them to stay silent, touching my finger to my lips, and instantly reached the door and opened it.


    Oriana stood outside, leaning toward the door, but the minute it opened, she jumped and stepped back.


    "I did not hear anything, I swear," she began to exin almost instantly before we had even used her.


    I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside, throwing her onto her bed and mming the door shut.


    Now all four of us stood around her.


    "What are you nning?" Troy hissed at her.


    "Nothing, I swear. I was just wandering around. And then I returned to the room and you guys were talking, so I did not know what to do," she stuttered, stealing nces at us.


    "Listen to me, you insecure little bitch. If you did anything to harm Clementine, you will face me first," Yorick told her, putting his foot on her bed and hunching down, pointing a finger at her, threatening her.


    She nodded quickly, giving him the hint that she understood.


    "Anyway, let’s go and speak with the headmaster and the ringleaders. Let’s ask them why she is not back yet," I changed the topic back to Clementine, gently scratching the back of my neck.


    However, even when we were stepping toward the door, I turned around to look at Oriana once, and I noticed the way she had been staring at Yorick.


    Ever since he warned her, she had not looked away from him. There was a silent threat in her eyes.