Theron slowed the Alpha down, his gaze placid. The smile he had worn before vanished into the wind, replaced by his true personality once again.
Truthfully, he didn't care about Dean Thistle. The man had been in the palm of his hands from the very start. All the nonsense about remaining a hungry lion went in through one ear and out the other. In Theron's eyes, the Dean had always been a wall of false bravado.
Steering the Alpha to a side, Theron changed directions for a moment and then came to a sudden stop by the river. The Alpha leapt into the trees where it perched in silence, seemingly not weighing much at all even with Theron on its back.
The seconds ticked by in silence until the Alpha suddenly fell down from the trees, stopping right in front of a familiar figure.
Aliza, the Fourth Year of the academic stream and the very same young woman who had been harassing Theron for so long.
Startled at first, she "relaxed" when she realized it was Theron.
