Semua Bab Bound by a Dangerous Fate to my Student: The Prophecy: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Anderson's POVI was shocked when I arrived at the police station for questioning and found out that Sarah was arrested as a suspect in the murder case because she was the prime suspect in the three previous killings. She was smart not to mention her encounter with the three panther shifters in the alley. If she had, they would have locked her up for something she had nothing to do with—or at least, not entirely.The officer, Claire in her late thirties with sharp features, flipped through the case file. "Mr. Holt, you said you had an alibi for Mrs. Cole last night?"I nodded. “Yeah, I was with her in her apartment almost all night."I shrugged. "Left close to midnight.” Her brows arched as she leaned forward. “And your relationship with her is…?” I let out a chuckle. "How does this force even recruit people? Didn’t I already tell you at the start of this interrogation that she’s my teacher?"One of her brows arched in disbelief. “And what exactly were you doing in her apartment

Anderson's POVNeon lights flickered above as the bass from the speakers reverberated through the hall, giving the entire place an almost surreal glow as clusters of people crowded the dance floor, dancing.At the bar, Lucas and I both threw back shots as the conversation drifted lazily from one topic to another. Then, his eyes shifted across the room, a smile playing on his lips. I followed his gaze, locking onto Cara standing near the dance floor.“You know, if you keep staring that hard, she might just start feeling it on her skin,” I said, setting his glass down. He scoffed. "You always think you know everything. There's nothing going on between us."I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “Mm-hmm. Sure.” I set my glass down. “So, that explains why you smiled the second you saw her?”He scoffed, looking away. “I smile at a lot of people.”"You and I know that that's a blatant lie," I scoffed.“Besides, I’m sure your late-night conversations with her are just you discussing schoo

Sarah's POV"You call yourself a teacher? Look at this place. It's a total dump! Even a rat lives better than this! A year and a half! You’ve owed me rent for a year and a half! No shame, no conscience! If I’d known you were such a walking disaster before renting this place to you, I never would have done it. I swear, I regret that day!" My landlord’s voice echoed through the hallway, sharp and furious.I stood frozen in the doorway, my grip tightening on the chipped wooden frame. I knew this was coming—I had been ignoring his calls and texts for months—but nothing could have prepared me for the pure rage in his voice. “Seriously, what kind of teacher lives like this? Huh? What’s even the point of your job if you can’t pay rent?” He shot me a look of pure disgust, like I was the lowest of the low. "Misfortune must have made you its favourite child, Sarah."He scoffed. "What am I even saying? You are misfortune itself!""Or do you think I built this house for charity? If my childre

Anderson's POVI had no idea what was happening, but ever since I drove into the college yard and stepped out of my car, all eyes had been on me.Whispers of “he’s the one,” “did you see the video?” and other fragmented gossip reached my ears as they followed me like shadows, but I could not piece together what they meant.Entering the classroom did not make things any better—it was the same thing.Tasha smirked, leaning back in her chair as she announced, “Look who’s here.”Lila, on the other hand, sat silent, her expression unreadable—a rare sight for someone who usually could not hide her emotions.Curiosity got the better of me, and I stopped in front of Tasha's chair."Alright, what's going on? Why has everyone been staring at me like I’ve got horns growing out of my head?" I asked her.Her eyes widened in disbelief, and with a teasing grin, she said, “Wait…you mean to tell me you really don’t know?”“No clue. What happened?” I replied.She raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer,

Anderson's POVThe bag swung violently as I drove another punch into it, the impact reverberating up my arms.Sweat dripped from my forehead, soaking the collar of my shirt, but I did not care.This was not about working out—it was about keeping my mind from combusting.No matter how hard I hit, it did not erase the frustration boiling in me. Not even my plans for Sarah could distract me from the one thing that had been gnawing at my thoughts all day—Lila’s threat.I told myself I would wait and see what she would do, but every time I replayed our conversation in the washroom, the unease crawled back.“You alright in there, man?" Lucas’s voice cut through the haze."Yeah, just… working off some steam," I grunted, trying to sound nonchalant.He raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed."Working off steam? By yourself? In the middle of the day?" Scepticism was evident in his gaze and voice."What? You think I need someone to watch me punch a bag?" I sco