He Betrayed Her

The shift in the atmosphere was so subtle at first that Violet almost missed it. One moment, they were dancing, laughing, swaying in rhythm and letting the night carry them away. Then the next, everything stopped after the strange horn blared.

The music faltered, stuttering like a broken record before cutting off completely. Conversations amongst the students trailed off mid-sentence, laughter died in the air, and a tense silence settled over the field like a thick, suffocating fog.

Violet stilled, her senses prickling. Something was wrong.

"What happened?" Ivy asked, her voice uncertain.

But she wasn't the only one asking.

Confusion rippled through the crowd as murmurs rose among the new students. Except that was the thing— it was just the new students.

Violet's sharp gaze darted across the crowd, and that's when she noticed it. A pattern.

The older students weren't asking questions.