DAMIEN’S POV
The call from the school came in the late afternoon. I was in my office when my phone rang. The screen showed the school’s number.
I answered. “This is Damien Stone.”
The woman on the line sounded tense. “Good afternoon, Alpha Stone. This is Mrs. Harlan from Ashley’s school.”
Her tone told me everything before she even continued. My jaw tightened. For them to call me, that means it was bad news.
“There was another incident today,” she said carefully. “Nothing physical, but Ashley displayed aggressive behavior during recess. This is the second time this week she’s doing this.”
I closed my eyes slowly. my wolf felt irritated. I felt frustrated. Ashley had been having these outbursts lately. She would throw tantrums every time she didn’t get her way.
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