Chapter 12

Zevara’s POV

My eyes flew open.

There, standing at the end of the hallway in his dark fitted shirt and cold, unreadable gaze, was Professor Silas.

The air thickened with power and raw untamed Alpha energy. Is the professor an Alpha?

Even Dylan froze, his hands trembling in the air and eyes wide with immense fear.

Ptofessor Silas stalked toward us like a storm in human form—that would break and consume Dylan and his sidekicks.

Dylan’s side kicks left my arms and stepped far away from me, while trembling with their head lowered.

The silence in the hallway was almost deafening and the loudest noise I could hear was the slamming of my chest against my rib cage.

He stood in front of Dylan, arms folded across his strong chest and thighs spread apart. He looked at him like a prey about to be devoured.

“You,” he snarled, his voice colder than I’d ever heard. “You really want to hit the lady?”

Dylan didn’t say a word. He just