FAYE
The meeting had dragged on longer than I thought it would. By the time the boys and their parents were seated across from Alexander’s desk, the tension in the room was thick enough to slice through.
I stayed off to the side, keeping my hands folded neatly in my lap, silently observing while Alexander handled things in his usual way.
The parents had started by apologizing profusely—bowing, pleading, offering to pay for the damages done to the training grounds. But Alexander wasn’t interested in repayment. His tone was calm, clipped, controlled—the kind that left no room for argument.
“This isn’t just about the damages,” he said firmly. “It’s about their lack of discipline. You can’t buy back respect or responsibility.”
The two teenage wolves kept their eyes down, shoulders hunched
