Chapter 9: Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing

The bass pounded through the speakers, shaking the floor beneath Raine's feet.

She was surrounded—Zayne Kross to her left, Kairo Lin to her right. Two of the most ruthless trainees in Vortex Entertainment.

A warning flashed in her mind: Don't trust them. Don't let them see your weaknesses.

"Positions," Madam Lei barked.

Raine straightened, her heartbeat steady. She wouldn't let them intimidate her.

The music dropped, and they moved.

Zayne was sharp, precise—every step calculated, every motion a show of dominance. Dancing wasn't just an art for him. It was a weapon.

Kairo, on the other hand, was effortless. Smooth. Seductive. A performer who could steal the spotlight without trying.

And Raine?

She was fire. Controlled, deadly, and untamed.

She matched their intensity step for step, pushing her body past its limits. Sweat dripped down her temple, muscles burned—but she didn't falter. She couldn't.

Then—Zayne smirked.

Trap.

He suddenly switched the move, a split-second shift that would throw off anyone unprepared. A test. A challenge.

Raine saw it. And adapted.

She twisted her body, mirroring his movement without hesitation. Seamless. Perfect.

Zayne's smirk faltered. Kairo's golden eyes flickered with something dangerous.

They expected her to fail.

Too bad. She wasn't just surviving—she was dominating.