FAYE
“What do you mean by you didn’t interfere?” I stood up now, disbelief rising with every word.
“Exactly what you heard,” he said casually.
The bluntness of it felt like a slap.
“In the name of what?” I demanded. “Toughening him up?”
His eyes darkened slightly—not defensive, not apologetic, but certain.
“Yes.”
I let out a short breath.
“He’s not one of your seasoned trainees,” I snapped. “He doesn’t even understand what being a wolf feels like yet. He doesn’t know his body, he doesn’t know his place, and you thought letting him get jumped in the courtyard was appropriate training?”
“He needed to face it,” Alexander replied calmly. “Not in drills. Not in controlled exercises… in reality.”
“In humiliation, you mean?” I shot back.
My hands curled at my sides.
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ALEXANDER
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