"Oh? Since when does a man giving his daughter pocket money,and sending someone to fetch her home,qualify as moral corruption requiring an explanation to this academy?"
A deep, commanding voice,saturated with the suffocating gravitas of an Alpha at the absolute apex,rolled in from the side entrance of the hall, and every other sound in the room died beneath it.
Heads whipped toward the source as one.
The side door of the hall stood open,when, no one had noticed,and the Silverleaf Academy Principal, a man who rarely showed his face on campus and never wore anything but a grave expression, was striding in alongside a man in his middle years.
The man walked tall. He wore a hand-tailored dark suit fitted to him precisely, and around him hung the terrifying pressure that only the very highe
