Kestrel's Pov
There's no class today, and I'm called out for questioning before the school board to be asked about Victoria, who's dead. I still can't believe she's actually gone. Dear goddess, is this how karma plays with people who mess with me?
The boardroom is intimidating , A long rectangular table dominates the center of the room, and I'm sitting in a single chair facing a panel of stern-faced men in expensive suits.
Victoria's father, Alpha Ashford, is fuming with rage as he stares daggers at me from across the table. He's a massive man, probably in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair slicked back and cold blue eyes that look like they could freeze fire. He's wearing a charcoal gray suit that probably costs more than my entire wardrobe, and his hands are clenched into fi
