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be?” He gave a smile he hoped didn’t look as forced as it felt. When dealing with Mr. O’Hare, he knew better than to hope it would get easier.
“ Alright,” Jaze gave in. “I’ll talk to the school board and figure out what the appropriate punishment should be. In my opinion, maybe you should have let the grizzly eat him.”
Alex chuckled. “Good thing you’re not his assistant.”
Jaze nodded. “I agree with that completely.”
Alex rose and made his way to the door.
“ Hey, Alex,” Jaze said.
When Alex turned back, the dean’s smile had faded, replaced by a look of respect. “I’m proud of the way you’ve handled this.”
His words took some of the weight from Alex’s shoulders. The younger werewolf nodded. “Thank you.”
He walked back up the hall with the knowledge that not only had he lost his position as starting quarterback, he had solidified his position as assistant to the most unforgiving, cruel, and spiteful man he had ever met. Yet Alex couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Through it all, Jaze was proud of him. He would do anything to stay worthy of the look of respect in the dean’s eyes. As long as Jaze thought he deserved even a tenth of the dean’s high opinion of him, Alex could survive anything. He hoped.
Chapter Seven
“ Time to go.”
Alex opened his eyes. He had almost forgotten that Trent had kept true to his word and slept in his quarters. Alex had pulled the couch beneath the window where he could get the strongest moonlight for his healing back and had almost fallen asleep when the door had opened. Trent entered, tossed his pillow on the ground in front of the unlit fireplace, wrapped himself in the blanket he had brought, and fallen asleep without a word. Alex had decided not to question his friend. He was tired enough for the both of them.
Now, the croak of Trent’s tired voice brought him to full alert.
“ Jaze?” Alex asked.
Trent peered at the small screen of the watch he wore. “Yeah, he’s calling the team. I’ll go get the others and meet you down there.”
“ It’d be easier if you were already in their quarters,” Alex said meaningfully.
Trent nodded. “It would, but I’d rather stay in our quarters,” he answered, stressing the word. He pushed open the panel on the wall and stepped inside without waiting for Alex to respond.
Alex made his way down the dark tunnels and pushed open the door to the Wolf Den. The screens were lit and Brock sat on his throne in the center surveying the information that came across. The human’s throne was a swivel chair with various Kick-Me signs stuck to the back and surrounded by wrappers from many different types of snacks. Jaze’s best friend held a candy bar in one hand and a corndog in the other. Alex knew it was time to start worrying. Brock was usually a one-food-at-a-time person unless the situation was particularly intense.
Alex walked up the stairs. “That bad, huh?” he asked quietly.
Brock nodded without looking at him. The human’s gaze was glued to a screen with words running across it.
“ I got it,” he said into his earpiece. “They’re on their way.”
He looked at Alex. “You might want to go armed to this one.”
Caden, Brock’s cousin, stood behind a long table already covered in a vast array of weaponry.
“ Want the usual?” he asked.
At Alex’s nod, the human handed him the Glock the werewolf carried on their risky missions. He double-checked the slide and magazine before buckling on the shoulder holster Caden held out.
“ Food in both hands?” Alex heard Cassie say to Siale. “We’re in trouble.”
“ Gear up accordingly,” Dean Jaze said, entering closely behind them.
Jericho, Terith, and Tennison followed. The werewolves went straight to the table.
“ Good to see you’re still at the Academy,” Jericho said with a nod at Alex. “We missed you at dinner.”
Alex stifled a grimace. “I was busy cleaning the bathrooms.”
“
“ Alright,” Jaze gave in. “I’ll talk to the school board and figure out what the appropriate punishment should be. In my opinion, maybe you should have let the grizzly eat him.”
Alex chuckled. “Good thing you’re not his assistant.”
Jaze nodded. “I agree with that completely.”
Alex rose and made his way to the door.
“ Hey, Alex,” Jaze said.
When Alex turned back, the dean’s smile had faded, replaced by a look of respect. “I’m proud of the way you’ve handled this.”
His words took some of the weight from Alex’s shoulders. The younger werewolf nodded. “Thank you.”
He walked back up the hall with the knowledge that not only had he lost his position as starting quarterback, he had solidified his position as assistant to the most unforgiving, cruel, and spiteful man he had ever met. Yet Alex couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Through it all, Jaze was proud of him. He would do anything to stay worthy of the look of respect in the dean’s eyes. As long as Jaze thought he deserved even a tenth of the dean’s high opinion of him, Alex could survive anything. He hoped.
Chapter Seven
“ Time to go.”
Alex opened his eyes. He had almost forgotten that Trent had kept true to his word and slept in his quarters. Alex had pulled the couch beneath the window where he could get the strongest moonlight for his healing back and had almost fallen asleep when the door had opened. Trent entered, tossed his pillow on the ground in front of the unlit fireplace, wrapped himself in the blanket he had brought, and fallen asleep without a word. Alex had decided not to question his friend. He was tired enough for the both of them.
Now, the croak of Trent’s tired voice brought him to full alert.
“ Jaze?” Alex asked.
Trent peered at the small screen of the watch he wore. “Yeah, he’s calling the team. I’ll go get the others and meet you down there.”
“ It’d be easier if you were already in their quarters,” Alex said meaningfully.
Trent nodded. “It would, but I’d rather stay in our quarters,” he answered, stressing the word. He pushed open the panel on the wall and stepped inside without waiting for Alex to respond.
Alex made his way down the dark tunnels and pushed open the door to the Wolf Den. The screens were lit and Brock sat on his throne in the center surveying the information that came across. The human’s throne was a swivel chair with various Kick-Me signs stuck to the back and surrounded by wrappers from many different types of snacks. Jaze’s best friend held a candy bar in one hand and a corndog in the other. Alex knew it was time to start worrying. Brock was usually a one-food-at-a-time person unless the situation was particularly intense.
Alex walked up the stairs. “That bad, huh?” he asked quietly.
Brock nodded without looking at him. The human’s gaze was glued to a screen with words running across it.
“ I got it,” he said into his earpiece. “They’re on their way.”
He looked at Alex. “You might want to go armed to this one.”
Caden, Brock’s cousin, stood behind a long table already covered in a vast array of weaponry.
“ Want the usual?” he asked.
At Alex’s nod, the human handed him the Glock the werewolf carried on their risky missions. He double-checked the slide and magazine before buckling on the shoulder holster Caden held out.
“ Food in both hands?” Alex heard Cassie say to Siale. “We’re in trouble.”
“ Gear up accordingly,” Dean Jaze said, entering closely behind them.
Jericho, Terith, and Tennison followed. The werewolves went straight to the table.
“ Good to see you’re still at the Academy,” Jericho said with a nod at Alex. “We missed you at dinner.”
Alex stifled a grimace. “I was busy cleaning the bathrooms.”
“
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