The dean stood quietly across the desk, waiting. Alpha Elliot watched the screen of the phone in complete silence. The office was dark except for the desk lamp casting a narrow pool of yellow light across the heavy oak surface. Outside the tall windows the night had already settled over the territory. On the screen the video finished playing. Kevin’s hand gripping Florence’s wrist. The anger in his face. The moment he raised his hand. And then— Anthony. The growl. The tension. The moment everything nearly collapsed into war. The video ended. For several seconds Elliot did not move. His expression hardened slowly, like stone forming under pressure. Then he placed the phone on the desk and leaned back heavily in his chair. A long breath escaped him. “I do not understand what

