The Sons of Satrina: A Sons of Satrina Novel by Kristan Belle Page B

time, boy.  And, you,” Kelton said as he turned to look at Jackson, “You should have come to me about this.”  To which Jackson had no reply.  He didn’t think that he had needed to bother anyone with this.  The guys had his back this morning and after all, it was only Denver.  If need be, he could easily put the deluded fool in his place. 
    Master Warrior Kelton turned his attention back to Denver and swung him out of his arms, sending the boy off balance and struggling to remain on his feet.  “You will come with me.  Now.”
    Even Denver had the sense to shut up.  Kelton had his no nonsense voice on and teaming that up with his bad ass warrior stance and demeanour, he knew that he di dn’t stand a chance against him.
    “The rest of you, continue as you have been instructed.  Follow the rules.  If I hear of any more trouble from any of you, you will be following this one to isolation.”
    Silence.
    Kelton marched Denver out of the room with a nod to Professor Fieldman who smiled her thanks, and down the corridor that led eventually to the Iso area.
    This wasn’t a place that was used very often, after all, most of the boys who came to this academy knew what to expect and what was expected of them.  Occasionally, unfortunately you came across a numb nut like Denver who just didn’t know when to give up. Act like a child, they’ll treat you like a child.
    “Sir-”
    “Not a single word.”  Kelton refused to listen to him.  Sure, he hadn’t really listened to his side of the story, which was very unlike Kelton.  He was usually a very fair man, but he’d already gotten this guy’s number and he didn’t have the energy or time to bother to deal with him.  Plus, he knew that the others weren’t fabricating the story.  Professor Fieldman had already explained it all to him on his way down to the classroom, and he trusted his staff implicitly.
    There was enough on his plate without Denver adding to it.  What with Bartholomew’s death, the new leadership issue and then the disturbing phone call to boot.  No, he definitely didn’t need to deal with a problem like Denver at a time like this.
    Using a code to unlock the electronic keypad to the isolation section of the school, they walked in and straight away saw Mr Bryant sitting at his desk, swamped in paperwork.  Mr Bryant looked up in surprise.  He didn’t expect to see anyone down here so early on in the term.
    “Master Warrior Kelton?”
    “Mr Bryant, you have some company tonight.  Denver will remain down here until he has re-read the entire academy policy that was issued to him before and after he entered into this training academy.  Clearly, this boy has not made himself familiar with the rules of this establishment.”
    Mr Bryant had to suppress a grin.  The trainee’s face was a picture.  Reading through all the schools rules was sure going to take him some time.
    “Before I go,” Kelton glared at Denver, “Let me make something very clear to you.  You do not disrespect our leader.  You do not disrespect his lineage.  You do not ignore your professors when you are asked to do something.  You do not try and injure a fellow warrior, whether in training or out in the field.  Am I making myself crystal clear to you?”
    Denver was now looking more sheepish than ever and he nodded glumly. He hated feeling like a scolded child.  He was a goddamn grown man - why couldn’t they treat him like one?  Just because those other guys had been at the academy longer than him, they thought they ruled the place.  This was not how he thought life at the academy was going to go.
    “Good. Because you pull another stunt like that one, you’re out on your ear.   Mr Bryant? He’s all yours.” and with a very brief whisper in the man’s ear, he said, “I may call you to release him later on, it all depends on my mood.” and Mr Bryant chuckled in response.
     
    Heading back up to his office, Kelton knew that he had to get this off