Mina had never been in trouble before, in her six years at her elementary school she had never been sent home with a note, never had her parents called on her, she had never even seen the inside of the Vice Principal's office. So when she had been called up to the Principal's office during the middle of art class her blood ran cold. Now she was sitting in a chair across from the rather large and imposing man, and her right leg could not stop shaking, no matter what she tried to do, her leg would not stop shaking, and the tears threatened to rain from her eyes.
"Do you know why I called you in here?" Mr. Steelson asked, to which Mina shook her head, losing the inability to speak, all her strength of being a beta wolf seemed to vanish in the presence of this imposing adult, as in the end she was still a child. "One of the top rules I had at this school is no clubs on school grounds, and you little miss, joined a club."
The words caught Mina by surprise, the world seemed to spin for a moment as she tried to trace back her memories, she was part of girl scouts when she was in forth grade, was that what he meant? There was that time her friends talked in class talked about making an online tiktok group. "Can I be honest with you?" Mr. Steelson's voice drove her attention right back to him as he slid out of his suit jacket and then adjusted his tie, taking care to gently unravel the knot. "I hate kids, I hate this school, I hate this job, but what I do like is power, and this job is a stepping stone to a place on the school board or the city council."
He began to unbutton his cuffs, rising from his chair to become a even more towering figure that for Mina looked atleast nine or ten feet tall. "I joined a club too, not too long ago, and this club is the real power in the city, and when my boss found out that you and your bitch friends.." He spat out the last word, his nails turning black as they curled down his wooden desk, leaving grooves in the wood. "Well I saw the perfect opportunity to advance in my own pack." Muscles rippled across his shirt followed by brown fur that began to pop the buttons off of the white dress shirt. His ears began to migrate up his head and round out to perfectly small bear ears.
"So I am going to give you two options, tell me the names of the other bitches, and I will make sure your parents find your body, they can have a nice funeral for you, they can grieve and have some comfort." His shirt began to split, exposing more and more fur as his nose darkened and began to push out into a proto muzzle. "Option two, you don't tell me, and no one finds your body, ever."