All wolves university; the last kitsune

"This is completely unacceptable!"   A woman's shrill voice cut through the murmur of the crowd as Noah and Yuna approached the main field. Students were packed together in tight rows, teachers positioned at the edges like sentries. On a raised platform at the front stood Mr. Jack Peterson, the school proprietor, looking more stressed than Yuna had ever seen him.   Beside him stood a group of men in dark tactical gear, silver weapons gleaming at their belts.   Hunters.   Noah's hand found Yuna's, his fingers threading through hers. The gesture sent a jolt through her chest, but she couldn't tell if it was fear or something else entirely.   "Just breathe," he whispered, leaning close. "You're just another scared student. That's all."   But Yuna wasn't just another student. She was the monster they were hunting. And Noah knew it.   The weight of that knowledge sat between them like a third presence. Noah's jaw was tight, his expression carefully neutral, but Yuna could feel the tension radiating from him. Protecting her went against everything he had been taught. Everything his family stood for. One wrong move, one slip, and they would both be destroyed.   "How could you let a dangerous creature into this school?" a father shouted from the crowd of parents at the back. "My daughter could have been killed!"   "We had no way of knowing," Mr. Peterson said, his voice strained. "There hasn't been a kitsune sighting in over fifty years. We thought they were extinct."   "Well, clearly they're not!" another parent yelled.   Yuna's stomach churned. She tried to pull her hand free, but Noah held on tighter, his thumb brushing across her knuckles in silent reassurance. The contact should have calmed her. Instead, it made everything worse. He was risking everything for her, and she didn't even understand why.   They found a spot near the middle of the crowd. Camille materialized beside them moments later, her eyes going wide when she saw their joined hands.   "When did this happen?" she whispered, her French accent thickening with excitement.   "Not now," Yuna said quietly.   Across the field, Megan stood with her arms crossed, a bandage across her nose. When their eyes met, Megan smiled slowly, deliberately. The look promised revenge. Yuna's heart sank.   "May I have everyone's attention, please," Mr. Peterson called out, and the crowd gradually silenced. "I understand you're all frightened. We are taking this threat very seriously."   He gestured to the man beside him. Tall, broad shouldered, with graying hair and eyes like chips of ice. Even without an introduction, Yuna would have known this was Noah's father. They shared the same strong jaw, the same intense presence.   "This is Andrew Phillips, chief hunter of the Los Angeles region," Mr. Peterson continued. "He and his team will locate and eliminate the kitsune threat."   Andrew stepped forward, and every person on that field seemed to hold their breath. When he spoke, his voice carried with absolute authority.   "I want you to understand the severity of this situation," he began. "Kitsunes are master manipulators. They appear human. They trick you into trusting them. They kill before you realize you're in danger."   Yuna's throat tightened. Noah's thumb continued its slow circles on her hand, but she could feel the conflict in him. Every protective instinct warring with years of training. He was the hunter's son. She was the prey. This should be simple.   But nothing about this was simple.   "Kitsunes have weaknesses," Andrew continued. "They cannot maintain human form indefinitely. Newly awakened ones especially. They need an anchor. A talisman to bind their fox spirit."   The bracelet. Yuna's pulse hammered in her ears.   "Report anything suspicious immediately," Andrew said, his gaze sweeping the crowd. "Strange behavior. Unexplained absences. Do not confront a kitsune yourself. They will kill you."   For one terrifying moment, his eyes seemed to land directly on Yuna. She froze, unable to breathe, unable to move.   Then his gaze shifted, and air rushed back into her lungs.   "We will find this creature," Andrew declared, his voice hard as steel. "And when we do, we will eliminate it."   The crowd erupted in applause. Students cheered. Parents nodded approval.   Yuna stood there, hand clasped in the hand of the man who would kill her if he knew the truth, trying not to be sick.   "Starting tomorrow, all students will carry silver charms," Andrew added when the applause faded. "The school will provide them. Silver disrupts a kitsune's illusions. If one is disguised among you, the silver will force them to reveal themselves."   Yuna's heart stopped.   Silver charms. Everyone would be wearing them. How could she possibly hide?   Noah leaned down, his lips close to her ear. "Don't panic. We'll figure it out."   But Yuna could hear the strain in his voice. He didn't know how they would figure it out either. He was in too deep now, protecting something he was bred to destroy. If his father found out, Noah would be branded a traitor. Disowned. Maybe worse.   And still, he held her hand.   The assembly ended, and students began dispersing. Noah guided Yuna away from the crowd, Camille trailing behind with barely contained questions.   "Okay, seriously," Camille said once they were clear. "What is happening? And Yuna, where were you during the attack? I looked everywhere."   "Bathroom," Yuna lied. "I hid in a stall."   Camille's eyes narrowed, but before she could press, a voice called out.   "Noah!"   They turned to see Noah's parents approaching. His mother was elegant and cold, blonde hair in a perfect bun, jewelry glittering. Andrew's expression was stern.   Noah tensed but didn't release Yuna's hand.   "Who's your friend?" Andrew asked, his eyes dropping to their joined hands.   "Yuna. A classmate."   "Just a classmate?" his mother asked with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.   "A friend," Noah corrected. "She was shaken up. I was making sure she was okay."   Andrew studied Yuna with those ice cold eyes, and she felt stripped bare. Examined. Analyzed. Did he know? Could he sense what she was?   Noah's entire body was rigid beside her. He was walking a razor's edge, and one wrong word could send them both tumbling over.   "Nice to meet you, Yuna," his mother said. "Noah, we need to discuss your training. With a kitsune loose, you need to be prepared."   "Remember what we taught you," Andrew said, still staring at Yuna. "Kitsunes prey on sympathy. They make you think they're weak. Helpless. Harmless. Then they strike."   He was describing her. Describing this exact moment.   Noah's hand tightened almost painfully around Yuna's. "I know, Dad."   "I'm telling you again. These creatures cannot be trusted. Not for a second. You see anything suspicious, you tell me. No exceptions."   "Yes, sir."   The unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Noah was lying to his father. Betraying everything he had been raised to believe. And his father was standing right there, close enough to sense the deception if he looked hard enough.   "Come by the house tonight," Andrew ordered. "We need to review patrol routes."   "I'll be there."   His mother gave Yuna one last assessing look. "Stay safe, dear."   They walked away, and Yuna finally exhaled. Her legs felt weak.   "Your father is terrifying," Camille breathed.   "Yeah," Noah said quietly.   He released Yuna's hand, and she immediately missed the warmth. The anchor.   "I should go," Yuna said. "I need to rest."   "Be careful," Noah said, and his eyes held a warning she understood. Don't go anywhere alone. Don't give them reason to suspect. "I mean it."   Camille looped her arm through Yuna's. "Come on. You're telling me everything."   As they walked away, Yuna glanced back. Noah stood watching them, his expression conflicted. Torn between duty and something neither of them could name yet.   He was protecting her. The hunter's son was protecting the prey.   And they both knew it would destroy him.