Perched along the stone wall surrounding the Blair estate, three small figures lay on their stomachs, chins resting on their hands, eyes locked on the scene below.
Kaius was in full Alpha mode again, barking commands across the training field with military precision.
"Head up! Chest out! Stomach in! Shoulders level!"
His voice cut through the late afternoon air like a blade.
Every word was crisp. Controlled. Sharp enough to draw blood if words could wound.
Down on the field, six-year-old Eliot stood stiff as a board, sweat trickling down his neck.
The worst heat of the day had passed, but the five o'clock sun still hit hard, turning stone and skin alike into slow-baking surfaces.
Whenever he started to slouch, Kaius reached out and pushed his shoulders back into plac
