#Chapter 10 - Discipline

Ruby

My face burns a deep scarlet red as I stand in the middle of the training field with all of the students and Atwood glaring at me.

Atwood clears his throat. I can tell that he’s attempting to compose himself, but I can see the anger behind his eyes and the way that his fists ball up at his sides. “Miss Ruby,” he says. “Late on your first day of transfer, and no uniform.” He makes a tsk sound with his tongue. It feels as though he’s trying to hide the fact that I’m his mate from the other students.

Finally, he manages a cordial smile and addresses the rest of the students.

“Thank you for coming to the first day of training,” he says. “Let’s kick off this school year on a high note. If everyone could please line up at the base line, we’ll begin with some stretches to warm our bodies up.”

The students obediently line up on the white line. I go to follow and stand next to Nancy, who gives me a sympathetic smile.

Atwood gives instructions to all of us to begin stretching. He wal