She has taken to searching for misbehaving kids, informing me of her punishments, which are always over the top and sadistic. If I don't intervene, she will carry out her punishments on the kids. I've discovered she was appointed by her father to "monitor" the school for minor infractions.
She hands out and fulfills punishments accordingly. Some students have approached the principal about her abusive tactics, but the administration either agrees with her or turns a blind eye. I won't allow her to torture our pack members.
I take the punishments, and the students appreciate it, though they can't express their gratitude openly. It's in their eyes when we pass in the halls. I know they would approach me if they could, and that's part of the reason I endure this – it doesn't go unnoticed by everyone. I wish someone would open their eyes and stop this cruel behavior.
Training is rare for her, and I don't complain about her absence, as the peace is divine. I don't retaliate or fight back due to my father's influence.
When I fought back and punched her, she went to her father, claiming I bullied her since I'm a higher rank. I received a verbal lashing from my father, calling me worthless, a slacker, spoiled, and difficult. That's when I stopped talking to him.
I threw myself into everything to prove myself, becoming the top student and an exceptional warrior. I'm sure my father knows, but he won't say anything. My dream is to meet my mate and leave the pack.
I was walking to the training grounds when Mateo and I left the packhouse. He told me we were riding to school with Cam and Kota. I didn't think I was included and looked down at my shoes. "We're not walking," he said, noticing my disappointment.
It was a mean jab, but I couldn't help it. Since the twins started driving, the guys had been riding together, and I was left walking. I didn't mind the distance, but it was the lack of an offer that stung. Yesterday was different, but I knew things wouldn't change once we returned to school.
