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Hope’s POV

We are not given much time to say goodbye.

Almost immediately, a group of men clad in black shirts and pants, none of whom are staff from the school come for us and lead us to the principal’s room.

The room is huge, bigger than I imagined. Angela who has been sent to the principal’s room once before for detention once told me that the room is old, tardy and smells of rotten furniture.

Either the room had a makeover or Angela was drunk out of her mind when she told me this but this room looks like it was pulled from a Vogue Living magazine.

The place is huge with high white ceilings and dark fluffy grey carpet. The pristine white walls are lined with endless plaques and certificates. There is even a portrait of Crescent Mane’s first Alpha hanging behind the principal’s huge mahogany desk.

The group of men clad in black fence out across the room to stop any of us from escaping. To escape would mean not only death for us, but also for three generations of our family. So when