Windsor's POV
Mr. Colton positioned himself next to Miss Jameson, fatigue and anticipation warring across his weathered features. I understood their exhaustion completely. Beyond grading assignments in this remote location where cell service barely existed, they had essentially become babysitters for a collection of hormone-driven young adults.
"Your wolves need release," Mr. Colton announced, his voice carrying across the gathered students, "so we're giving them exactly what they crave."
"Combat!" Miss Jameson added, her tone bright with enthusiasm.
"The structure will be faction-based," Mr. Colton explained further. "Multiple elimination rounds. One representative from each faction participates, with the True Alphas competing in the final match."
I scanned the assembled crowd, catching the hungry gleams dancing in everyone's eyes. Pauline grinned wickedly, her elbow finding my ribs.
"Finally, we can tear into each other without consequences," she whispered.
