Page 14 of Ava: Part Two

"What do you need me to do?"

The last thing he wanted to do right now was to babysit students who would likely never advance to the next level. The coach seemed to have thinned out the class considerably, which meant he had already graded and moved the ones he thought had potential.

"Take over these ones. Hand to hand and then weapons," the coach said as he started walking away. "Mock evaluations are from this Friday, and this whole group is going to fail."

The coach didn't even care that they could all hear him. He knew he was a bastard at times, but even he understood the need for tact. Even if this class didn't advance, they still had a part to play to make sure their packs, nests or covens survived.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to the wolves. And that was when he noticed the Omega that Ava had been angry with at breakfast.

The wolves had stopped sparring and were standing there with their heads down. Both Omegas. Their fear was elevated, but the wolf from breakfast seemed like she would actually shit her pants.

His eyes narrowed on her. What had she done to Ava to make her so scared of his retaliation? She must have heard the message he had made sure would be passed around the school. Ava was off-limits, and they would all answer to him if they did anything at all to hurt her.

“What are you standing around like idiots for? Move!” the coach shouted.

The Omegas flinched and then carried on sparring. He kept his gaze on the one who had upset his mate. She was stiff and kept getting caught in moves she should have been able to dodge easily. He had worked with this one before; she wasn’t a first-year student. Though she struggled to advance out of this class, she wasn’t usually this bad.

He would have to make her talk.

“Pick your weapons,” he growled at them.

The rest of the class was just as excruciating. How the Omegas didn’t kill themselves with their ineptitude, he had no idea, but when the coach blew the final whistle to release everyone, he was itching to leave the room. He was strung up, waiting for the other shoe to drop from the Council. He had to know if they were still there and why they had needed to go to the library. He had other business to take care of first, though.

The coach left quickly, as if he also couldn’t wait to leave the class. He remained standing at the front of the room while the students filed out. His eyes didn’t leave his target, and she could sense that because she seemed frozen in her spot in the bleachers. And then, finally, there were only a few Omegas in the room as they started cleaning.

“Everybody leave,” he growled.

The Omega in the bleachers didn’t try to run like the others did at his command. She sat there waiting, shaking like a leaf as he approached her.

“Talk,” he growled. “What did you do to Ava?”

“Nothing. I...”

He could sense the lie. He growled, and Shadow made his presence known. He had no time for bullshit. The Omega whimpered, and her trembling increased.

“I swear, I didn’t know,” the Omega started. “I was just angry with her for being with Alpha Anderson, and I didn’t think Claire would...”

“You didn’t think Claire would what? I don’t have all fucking day, Omega.”

“She ordered me to bring her to the village. I didn’t think she would try to kill her.”

That had him taking a step back. So he had been right; his human had been stupid and had left campus when a deranged wolf was trying to hurt her. So how had she come out of that one in one piece?

“And then what?”

“That’s all I know, I swear.”

Lies. The Omega knew something, and it had to be really bad if she was lying to an Alpha.

‘Make her talk,’ Shadow growled.

“Mr Michelson.”

He looked away from the Omega to see the dean standing at the door.

“A word, please,” Alpha Russell said.

He didn’t look pleased. He gave the Omega one last look before he turned away from her to follow the dean out of the room. He would have to continue that conversation another time.

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