Mr. Mark’s Office – Late Night
Mr. Mark walked briskly through the quiet corridor, his footsteps sharp against the stone floor. His heart was still pounding from the encounter at Draven’s hostel.
That boy… No—that Alpha.
He pushed open the door to his office and slammed it shut behind him. The room smelled of old books and ink. A single lantern flickered on his desk, throwing long shadows across the walls.
“Get in here,” he snapped.
Three students stepped forward nervously—the same ones who had reported the disturbance. Their heads were bowed, shoulders tense.
“Do you know what you just did?” Mr. Mark barked.
“N–No, sir,” one of them stammered.
“You wasted my time,” he hissed. “You stirred trouble where none should exist.”
“But sir,” another student said quickly, “we clearly heard
