ALEXANDER
I was leaning against the balcony railing in the early hours of the afternoon. Jeffery, Irene’s mate, stood beside me, hands casually tucked into his pockets, watching the training grounds below.
“We have a strong showing today,” I remarked, eyes tracking the younger wolves practicing their shifts. “They’re getting better at coordination.”
Jeffery nodded, a small smile on his lips. “You seem to notice the little things,” he said. “That’s what makes you… you.”
I gave a faint smirk, about to reply, when a sharp voice cut through the air.
“Alpha Alexander… sir,” a member called out from the far side of the hall. He was running, boots pounding against the stone, urgency written in every line of his stance.
I frowned, exchanging a quick glance with Jeffery. “What is it?” I asked
