BLOOD CRESCENT
ALEXANDER
I was halfway through my training session when Cole approached the field with my phone in his hand. I blocked my opponent's strike, stepped around him, and caught his arm before pushing him back a few paces. After signalling for him to wait, I turned towards Cole, who was standing near the edge of the field.
"You have a call," he informed me.
I moved towards him, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the towel I had left nearby. "Who's calling?"
"Unknown number."
I shrugged and reached for my water bottle. "Answer it."
Cole accepted the call and raised the phone to his ear. I took a drink while he listened, expecting him to ask whoever was calling to identify themselves. Instead, the person on the other end spoke before Cole could get a word in.
"Alexander
