Alpha Hunter
Amy interrupted, making me turn to find her passing me a paper that looked like it was ripped from a notebook.
I took it, reading its content.
“7 pm. Midnight Cove.”
Scarlett’s handwriting.
I huffed, before shoving it into my pocket and proceeded upstairs.
I halted in my steps when the principal steps in.
“Where do you think you’re going with that student, Mr. Ysrael?” the old geezer asked, his voice cold and stern. For an old man, he’s fit and huge, like the warrior he was in his old days.
Brock Foster, the principal, was a retired warrior from our pack, but he got transferred to Scarlett’s pack after my father kicked him out for corruption, but in all honesty I don’t give two fucks about h
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