Chapter One-Hundred Thirty-One: Alpha Silverton-Simmons' Command: Respect and Authority

Stephanie’s Perspective:

As I strode into the conference room, anticipation curled in my stomach—a crucial debrief loomed about the teenagers' knowledge of Yadiel, whose death had cast a shadow over us all. Our pressing concern, however, was uncovering their insights into the girl now commanding Yadiel's pack.

Contrary to expectations, the conference room lay barren, the silence humid. My next destination was clear: Brock's office. Upon arrival, a charged scene unfolded before me. The teenagers sat rigid on chairs before Brock's desk, and the air was thick with tension as the male teen and Brock exchanged potent glares.

"Brock! Explain yourself!" I demanded.

He jerked upward, surprise etching his features. In a bewildered gesture, he jabbed a finger toward the defiant boy. "He had the nerve to call me a 'stupid ass'!"

Rowen, simmering with anger, shot back in defense, "And he's no better—labeling me an idiot for not awaiting the m