The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
Chapter 0426

"You're aware that not all wolf communities were happy with your rise to power twenty years ago, Dominic, when you declared wolves and humans equal citizens in the nation," Hank says, shrugging like it's obvious. Dominic nods, because it's true - and he's well aware.

"Well," Hank continues, "some of the more militant groups are eager to see your rule end and the nation returned to what they understand as more 'traditional' policies with wolves on top and humans down low. And especially a group like The Community, with its views on women's role in society? The Community doesn't have any real power beyond a couple of dozen very fierce warriors, but any information they do have they pass to the Atalaxians. They're traitors, Dominic." Hank's voice falls low here, laced with regret. "There's no way of beating around that bush. The Community is vehemently anti-Sinclair, and it worries the hell out of me that you've got one of them in the Palace spending the holidays with you."

Ella tenses, watching Sinclair clench his jaw and tap his fingers against the table in front of him a few times, clearly thinking.

"That's it, Hank," Sinclair says, snapping his gaze back up to the computer. "We're sending a chopper for you - today, now. I want you here, asking Jackson McClintock some questions. Seeing what he knows." "Dominic!" Hank groans, holding his hand out, palm up, pleading. "Please, I have work to do -"

"You're just sitting snowed into a cabin, Hank," Sinclair snaps, glaring hard at his old friend. "What on earth could you possibly be doing?"

"Paperwork! Planning! Writing reports and essays for medical journals! Processing tests! Writing aid proposals!" Hank takes another breath to continue his list but Ella talks over him.

"Oh, Hank, you know we'll give you all the aid you need!" she says dismissively. "The helicopter will be there in what, four hours?"

"Three," Sinclair says, likewise standing and peering at the screen, brooking no more protests. "Pack up your family, Hank, bring them too - Ella will want a visit and it's better than leaving them starving in the snow." "Dominic!" Hank shouts, half enraged and half dismayed. "Ella!"

"Byeeee, Hank!" Ella coos, reaching for the mouse to end the meeting. "See you soon, can't wait!"

She presses the button and then exhales a long breath, looking up at Sinclair, who looks steadily down at her.

"EI -"

"No, Dominic," Ella says evenly, cutting off his idea before he can even say it.

Sinclair sighs, putting his hands on his hips and looking away.

"Our faith is with Jackson right now," Ella insists, quiet and calm, as she always is in moments like these.

Sinclair sighs again, heavily and nods. "Until he proves otherwise," Sinclair says quietly. "We believe our daughter and her mate. But god damn, I wish the Goddess had given us an easier path than this."

"Had given Jackson an easier path than this," Ella corrects, taking a deep breath. "Because if what Hank is saying is true, Dominic..." she grimaces.

He nods, finishing her sentence. "Then this is far worse for him than we thought."

We're all gathered on the other side of the roof, far away from the rooftop garden, dressed in our Cadet uniforms with our backpacks stuffed with whatever gifts we can fit in them to bring to school. I sigh, anxious, as a helicopter settles down onto the roof top. Jackson, next to me, doesn't squint at all in the wind it makes - just watches in fascination, not even blinking.

"Amazing," he murmurs.

"You're going to get something in your eye in all this wind," I mutter, smacking him on the arm and then reaching up, standing on my tiptoes to shade his eyes. He just smirks at me and swats my hand away. "God, why does our method of transportation have to be so loud?"

Jackson just smirks, glancing at me, before returning his eyes to the machine as its blades start to slow.

"I can't believe you're stealing mom," Juniper growls, stomping over to stand with me and Jackson, giving us a little side glare like we honestly had something to do with it. Rafe, hearing her, comes to stand closer, his arms crossed across his chest.

"What did she say to you, June?" he asks, frowning over at where our mom is giving Mark a kiss goodbye and what can only be a warning to behave himself while she's gone. "She didn't say a word about why she's coming to the Academy with dad today. I don't get it." "She didn't say anything," June groans, being very dramatic and looking more like Mark in this moment than she'd be happy to hear. "She just said she's going for the night to get you guys settled - and that I have to stay with Aunt Cora and the ducklings." Junie shudders, pressing her eyes shut and hugging herself like it's the most horrible fate. "It's so sticky over there."