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CHAPTER 34
~Dristan's POV~
I smirked as Whitmore turned to Avery, waiting for her response. The little mouse was trembling already, but she'd speak—because she had no other choice.
The ball was in my court.
And I'd made damn sure of that.
**Flashback**
By the time I'd decided to report Valerie, I knew words wouldn't be enough. I needed a witness.
A convincing one.
So, I'd found Avery, the girl whom she had swapped with before lunch break, walking with her friends away from the courtyard like she belonged. I didn't call her name.
I just walked up, locked eyes, and said one word. "Come."
The others gasped as she followed.
Good girl.
We stopped behind the old south wing, which was quiet, secluded, and shaded from the rest of the school.
I didn't even face her at first. I just shoved my hands in my pockets and stared at the stone wall ahead of me.
"I need your confession," I said flatly.
A soft gasp escaped her lips. "Confession, Alpha?"
