Chapter 67 Chapter 67

Chapter 67 Chapter 67
Misty

Not like I wasn’t dealing with enough with The Blacks and monitoring Ceedon as I walked into the principal's office at my daughter's school.

Seems that, yet again my daughter had taken it upon herself to sideline another bully. She learned that from her auntie, who would usually also attend meetings like this in my daughter's defense. But it’s just me sitting next to my brave, yet defiant spawn as the principal rambled on about her misdeeds for the day. How would Adelaide handle this? I ask myself as I half listen to the accusations. She would be putting every motherfucker in their place. So be it.

“What I don’t understand Mrs. Cunningham, is why are we even having this conversation?” I pressed.

“You need to get your daughter under control, Mrs. Diaz. We don’t condone this sort of behaviour.” The principal clapped back.

“So we are just going to ignore that in your school kids are getting bullied and nothing is done about it to the point that a 6-year-old has to step in and handle the situation because the adults won’t? This isn’t the first time my daughter has stepped in on behalf of a classmate because you can’t get your head of your asses and see the real problem here.’’

“Timothy is going through a rough patch at home, it is our job to support all children under our care.”

“You mean all kids except for mine and the few you don’t give a shit about because you think their parents are too dysfunctional to give a shit! Well, let me tell you something. I will always stand by my daughter for doing the right thing and stepping in on a confrontation where one kid is not capable of holding his own over one twice his size.”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right Mrs. Diaz,” the principal chastised me. 

“So my kid is getting punished for stepping in? Where were the teachers? Were there cameras? Why is my daughter constantly having to step up and do the jobs of adults here and being penalized for it?”

“This is the third time this year we have had to deal with this nonsense,” the principal shot back.

“Nonsense? That’s what this is?” I snapped, gesturing to the room around us. Sounds like you should be paying her by this point," I hissed, my hands hitting the desk between us as I came out of my chair leaning forward, putting us at eye level. “Where was the support for my daughter when she was being bullied on the bus? You know what? This is utter bullshit, I want to talk to someone about taking my daughter out of this school, in fact I will homeschool her!”

“Please, Mrs. Diaz, you can’t possibly think you could give her a better education than she receives here in your situation,” The principal said, rolling her eyes. I was now seeing red, to the point I might be taken away in handcuffs. Tactful Misty just left the building. My mind imagined me tackling the woman on the other side of the desk and my body was poised to spring at the larger woman.

I vaguely heard the commotion outside the door. 

“Sir, you can’t,” the secretary insisted.

“Who’s going to stop me?” Beck’s voice growled.

The door swung open, Beck’s figure swallowing the doorway. My jaw dropped but when I saw the look on his face I knew we were both either leaving here in a cop car or we were going to put these bitches in their place

“Let me get this straight,” he growled. “You are trying to terrorize a six-year-old for standing up for her class mate and you're going to sit there on your high horse and try to tell the smartest person in a 50 mile radius that she isn’t good enough to homeschool her own kid because she's a single mother?”

“Sir, you aren’t allowed to be in here,” the principal tried to push.

“Says who? I’ve read about our rights here. Yes, that pile of papers you send home trying to make parents feel good about sending their kids to this school but nobody actually reads it except for a tattooed biker. Misty can bring whomever she wants into these meetings, and you can’t do shit about it. I am standing in for Mrs. Anderson, which I’m sure you know is missing and you have failed to support Cricket for things going on in her own life over the other kid you seem to be letting off the hook. Now let's get back to the part where you are going to absolve Cricket of any wrong doing and suspend the real culprit. Let his parents parent his ass for a change. Then you are going to give Mrs. Diaz here the resources she requested, which is her legal right to do and you are going to do it with a smile. Then I expect you to apologize profusely for your ineptness for doing your job, for failing your students and for brushing Mrs. Diaz off and insulting her.” 

“You have some nerve, sir,” the principal accused, grasping for ground to stand on.

“My last nerve is hanging by a thread here, unless you want Mrs. Diaz going to the school board about your inadequate handling of multiple situations regarding her daughter and others. I expect you to stop talking and start moving,” he seethed. The door was still wide open, other parents were peering around trying to get a glimpse of what was going on inside. 

Mrs. Cunningham’s mouth opened and shut like a fish staring up at the sight of Beck taking in the biker jacket, tattoos and absolute wrath of the man standing at his full height as he stepped further into the room. I glanced at Cricket who had her lips pressed together suppressing a broad smile, before looking back at the principal, who suddenly pushed back in her seat, knocking things off her desk and rushed out of the room.

An hour later we walked out of the school with all forms signed to pull Cricket into homeschool, a district provided laptop for e-learning, and a stuttered apology along with a promise to do better in the future. 

Well, that was one thing off my plate. Beck had me pulled into his left side while he held Cricket’s hand with his right hand while we made our way to my car. As we settled into our seats I peered over at him with a soft smile of a promise for later playing on my lips.

“Careful, Misty, keep looking at me like that and I may forget there is a minor in our presence,” he warned.

I laughed, then diverted my attention to pulling out.

“Beck, you saved Mrs. Cunningham, Mom was about to throw down!” Cricket rushed out.

Beck chuckled. “I would have paid to see that, little bear, but now we don’t have to worry about any of it.”

“Yeah, no more taking stupid shit from wolves!” Cricket cheered.

“Careful Cricket, not all wolves are bad,” I steered her.

“Well, I haven’t met a good one,” she huffed.

“You have, you just don’t know it,” I said.

“What do you mean, Mom?”

I sighed, it was better she was prepared for things if we did see Adelaide again. “Sheriff Carter,” I pointed out. 

She was quiet for a moment. “He’s a wolf?”

I nodded as we came to a stop sign and glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “And we suspect Adelaide is as well, she just isn’t aware yet,” I said, letting the bomb drop in her lap. Her brows crinkled. The car behind us honked and I shifted my attention back to the road.

“How?” she asked. I glanced over at Beck, he nodded taking over.

“We think her wolf is suppressed because she didn’t have a pack, now that she is in Carter’s pack her wolf we hope is waking up,” he explained.

“So if her wolf wakes up we don’t have to keep the secret anymore?”

“If she changes, no more secrets, but you have to keep it one for now until we know for sure,” I said, wanting to keep the expectations clear.

Cricket nodded, still stunned but elated by the idea Adelaide would be clued in.

“So is Carter her mate? He seems really nice, he likes her a lot,” she asked, suddenly wanting to know all the secrets.

“We think he is,” Beck said for me as I swerved to miss a car cutting across traffic. “But, it's complicated, he’s her second mate, her first one was a bad man,” Beck informed her.

“The one that hurt her?”

I just nodded. She got quiet then and didn’t press for more. She knew she would be cut off from any talk about what happened to her Auntie while she was missing.